Astolfo Alter Novels & Stories

Reaching out, he snatched the keys from the sentinel and sent him away. He advanced back to Isolde’s cell and slowly unlocked it. The metal door rattling. Alfos slowly crept into the cell, his heart quaking as he settled his eyes on Isolde. Her hair curtained her face. He couldn’t see her expression, but the condition of her body left him speechless. Alfos’s resolve melted. He removed his long black jacket and scooted closer to Isolde, draping the jacket around her. She winced, vibrating as Alfos stepped back and stared down at her.

It was only getting larger as I saw steam rise. I reached the destination I was running so impatiently to and saw none other than one of the most powerful members of the Midnight Rose. Alister glanced at me and a malicious smile spread across his lips as his hand was dipped into the place where I assume the lake was... The moment I laid my eyes on him, I wanted to rip out his guts and have him tortured into a slow death for what he did to Sierra. I can’t act on impulse though. I transformed out of my wolf form and got a random pair of clothes that Heunace, the beta of the Midnight Rose pack was holding. I covered my lower body with the pant.

That day, the pack gathered at the Alpha’s castle—elders, allies, and trade representatives were all present. We stood at the head table, playing our usual part as the picture-perfect couple. Until I set down my wine glass, looked straight into his eyes, and clearly said: “Maybe that Plush Wolf Doll is better suited to be your Luna. Let’s get divorced—I’m severing our mate bond.” The entire banquet hall froze. A moment later, gasps and whispers swept through the room like a tide. Perhaps feeling humiliated, Julian grabbed a glass of hard liquor and splashed it right in my face.

They weren't the main switch though, Hent doesn't have the power to control all the switches in the basement. "I repeat. What are you doing here, Astolfo?" It was a faint scent, but Hent identified it clearly. It looks like Astolfo came from a bar and drank bottles of beer there and afterward, he went here. "It's you. Don't you realize how much I sacrificed because of you! You let me become stupid and spoiled you with things that you didn't even deserve! I let you stay in my hotel, have you been treated like a queen. Don't you think I also have a reputation on my own? I'm a model! I created my name and people liked me! I did modeling as a sideline and being a spy because I can't afford to no

Proserpina scoffed, swatting his hands away from her, “Quit it. I don't do hugs–” Alastor suddenly dropped forward like a tidal wave threatening to pull her down with him, arms wrapping around her waist. He was practically a koala–a six foot tall koala–as he all but threw himself on her, legs sprawled uselessly on the ground and all of his weight bearing down on her. She gave him her driest, blankest stare, eyes boring holes down at his stupidly smiling face, “Happy now?” Alastor simply hummed, nuzzling her stomach contentedly, a strange vibrating sort of noise coming from his chest… and forget the comparison about a koala or the fact that he is technically a wolf, he reminded her of a giant

Adela said, crossing her arms under her breasts making them appear fuller. “Wanna repeat that?” Alfonso said, walking slowly to her which made her take a step back, with every step he took one forward. He grabbed her jaw in his tight grip before he spoke. “Don’t be throwing insults at me. I don’t like it one bit,” He finished before he not so kindly released her, which made her cry out. “You disgusting pig. Don’t you ever touch me again, bastard!” She yelled at him while touching her jaw. “The fuck did you just say?” Alfonso said, moving towards her again.

I just hope she will forgive me after this. Alfonso laughed, the sound mocking and biting at my chest. Unable to take it anymore, I slammed the nail straight into his arm, in the same place where he had shot Alora, before slamming the hammer down onto it with precision. He screamed, the chains rattling as he tried to free himself. "Dante, how dare you? You know you can't hurt me. You know what this will do to the mafia. I am a very valuable person." "You are? I didn't know that. Well, I guess valuable people can always be replaced if they forget their place, right? I do not need a valuable man whom I can't trust."

I glared at him, trying to keep my breathing steady. The stupid medicine he injected in me was wearing off. I needed to think of how to get out of this shithole. “You’ve played your part well so far, Aurora,” he said turning to face me as if knowing I was staring. “Smart, loyal. But no matter how clever you and your husband think you are, you’ll never outsmart me. If you were really smart we wouldn’t be here would we?” He asked. I spat blood from my mouth, leveling him with a cold stare. “That’s why you’re always running, Alfredo. Always hiding. Smart? Maybe. But you’re still nothing more than a coward.”

Alfonso tried as much as possible to make sure his tone sounded neutral. Talon huffed and puffed, finally seeing he had no choice. “I’ll race you to the clearing, let's see which of us has gotten slower.” Talon waited for Alfonso to tuck his clothes under the tree. They both shifted into their wolves. Talon was considered evil by Madelyn, but his wolf’s fur begged to differ. Talon’s fur was brown, with gray patches on it. His eyes were bloodshot red — Alpha eyes and when the moonlight reflected in them you could see the rings of gold around it.

Or the things she does online to supplement her shitty income. “Well, get on with it, then.” Alfeo flicks his hand to light a cigar. His slim, angular face looks even paler on the screen because of the smoke. “Time to diversify the gene pool, bruv. You're not getting any younger.” I scoff at his smirk and probing squint before I flip him off. “Don't butt-dial me again. I'm busy all week.” “Oh, I'm sure you are, stud,” he says with a shit-eating grin that shrinks his eyes into slits. “But if she turns out to be Lizbeth's clone, double-bag it if you must.”