Astolfo Alter Novels & Stories

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.”

When I lifted my gaze to Chly, I saw his raw grin. “The photo was actually good,” he said, maybe trying to lift up my mood. Well, it should! I won’t let myself fall onto the water without getting ready just for something that did not turned out very well! “Let me see it,” I said and went near him. But my blood even boiled when I saw how funny my face was in that picture. I am wincing while holding firmly on his neck as we fall! “What the fuck!” “No, not this photo,” he said and laughed. “This,” he showed me another photo.

He did a final spit, closed his eyes, and laid his head back on the hard cement panting. With her dress still raised, she stooped down in front of Alford, and forced her wet fingers between his nose and the concrete. Alford gave a frustrated groan as he pursed his lips and tried turning his head to avoid the assault. “You used to love this smell and taste. What changed?” she asked trying to get her soaked fingers into his pursed lips. “You. Witch!” Alford’s enraged scream echoed off the walls as his furrowed eyes shot open and his head spun to glare at her. He was panting in fury, and he was drenched in sweat.

Lilione, Allistair's wolf, responded eagerly. Allistair's eyes changed to rainbow swirls with red slit at the center, his hair grew longer and turned white with red highlights and his fair skin turned even paler than before, the mark of Lilith once again showed in his forehead as he let himself be owned by Lucifer again and again. "Mi Alfa hhh nnghh more." "Fuck Amor Meus, take me all in." In that garden, surrounded by their most hidden desires, Allistair surrendered fully, letting Lucifer and all his entities take him, mark him, and claim him once more.

she screamed and tried to wiggle free from his hold, but Alfonso refused to yield, instead he held her even tighter. He only stopped when they were in an open field surrounded by trees, and he let go of her, the suddenness of it almost sent her toppling to the ground. “Shift.” “Excuse me?” she cocked her head to the side, scratching herself as she glared at Alfonso, who tapped his foot impatiently. “Shift, your wolf has been trapped for too long, that is why you are burning up.” “Kali would tell me if she…”

So he loses his balance and cough harder. "What the hell?!" Francisco expresses in absolute surprise as he feels his side rib crack inside. 'What?! I thought he was out of gas?! How come he can create such damage?!!' He thought while arching to the other side due to the pain in his side rib. Furthermore, Francisco's pupil blazed when he saw Alphonso's wounds heal in front of him. He couldn't explain what happened to the Prince, for his aura hits different now. 'Is Alphonso transforming into his wolf? I haven't seen him transformed!'

It was so awkward. Siena kept on staring out of the car window, but she glanced over at Alfonso from the corner of her eyes now and then. Alfonso wanted to buy flowers to be put on her family’s tombs? Why was he behaving strange again? When she was injured in Palma, she could indeed see the other side of Alfonso, his protective and soft side. But suddenly his head was ‘cured’, and he turned back into the arrogant and bossy him. Did he feel pity for her now? Ugh, she didn’t want to be pitied!

Alfonso warned fiercely, his voice low and dangerous as he stormed out of the ward. The door slammed behind him with a reverberating thud that echoed through the room. Yet, the moment he stepped outside, a grin crept onto his face, betraying his inner triumph. He had orchestrated the whole situation, having secretly switched Laura’s contraceptives with vitamins. 'Did she really think he was okay with her arrangement of them being just fuck buddies? However, inside the ward, Laura looked at the shut door with her lips agape, shocked by Alfonso's temper.

And then—she pushed it open. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of medicine and disinfectant. Alfonso sat hunched at the edge of the bed, coughing hoarsely, each wheeze wracking his frail body. His frame had withered to the point of being almost unrecognizable. Skin like parchment, sunken cheeks, and dim eyes that once held command now struggled to stay open. Serena’s heart clenched. The man before her bore no resemblance to the once-vibrant patriarch of the Morales family.

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.”