Astolfo Novels & Stories

Studying the man's movement, she found every movement of the man was purposeful and graceful, like a predator stalking its prey. “My lord,” Beta Idris called the man's attention towards the appearance of the woman. Alpha Odysseus turned around and his gaze landed on the woman who was fidgeting with the hem of her clothes while looking down at her feet, of course, no one could bear to look at him or even summon the courage to do so. “Look up,” Alpha's Odysseus' strong features were set in a hard expression, his brow furrowed in concentration as he studied her. But beneath the cold expression, he seemed to recognize her.

I use a cane to support myself now. The way he looks at me makes me uncomfortable. It's like he recognizes me. - You are an alpha? – he asks, frowning. - I was one, long time ago, now I'm just an old man. I see the turbines turning in Angel's head. I had to act fast. - What is your name?- he asks, and I sigh. I want to do this away from here, but he has already identified me. - My name is Jack. Angel gets up as if he had springs in the ass, and pointing his finger at me, he says:

’ [You are our whore little bitch and you will do whatever we want when we want you to. Alberto thrust his hard cock into her pussy she was still nice and tight but after all four of them had fucked her she would loosen up and today they would fuck her tight little ass to that way she could take three men at the same time. Alfonso walked into the bathroom and found a bottle of baby oil and brought it out with a huge grin on his face, ‘Beh, beh, piccola puttana non siamo fortunate.’ [Well, well little whore aren’t we lucky.]

ALESSANDRO “Okay, back to the business at hand,” I stopped all this bird flipping. “Do we have any update on fucking Calvino and what he is doing?” Giovanni grabbed his glass and took a drink. “I have a little bit more detail on the Romano connection to the trafficking.” Giovanni, or the Wolf, as we called him, had an unkeen way of finding out details on everything and everyone. We called him the Wolf because the bastard had the instincts of a wolf. He was highly intelligent, sometimes a loner, dominant, but above all loyal.

Alessandro gritted out. "Better things? Like what?" Ian asked him; Alessandro looked at me and winked, causing me to blush. "I could also be doing better things, couldn't I, Isabella?" Ian teased, and Isabella let out a giggle, fiddling with her freshly manicured nails. A loud groan came from Ivan; he tilted his head up, then he soon realized where he was. "You fucking bitch you fucking drugged me" Ivan yelled "Stupid little whore!"

Hugo said in a thoughtful tone. “Hah. See I told you”. Caterina softly banged the fork at the table but was frozen the next moment at what Hugo said. “We should take our share right now”. Hugo stood up followed by Luca and Caterina only realized when she was captured and thrown over her shoulder to be eaten alive. ---- Tabby

“You raised my son. Even in exile, after stripping him of his home and the city I his father spent years building ... .but you still kept him alive.” He turned to the people. “Therefore… Lucia is exiled. She will take Severo’s western empire and vanish from Palermo forever. Those were the last words of Severo before I killed him. The day she returns… is the day she dies.” The crowd roared. Guerrero beckoned. RECLAIM OF THE BASTARD AND CHANGE OF NAME “My son… come.” The young man stepped onto the rooftop. Cheers exploded. “Those who called him bastard,” Guerrero said coldly, “have been marked. My spies will find them. None insult the blood of the Vikings.”

Lorenzo suddenly said my name in a dark tone, and I pulled myself together, knowing I had to wake up and act. My attention went to the older man who pinned me with a strange look. “A very beautiful Omega, no doubt.” He smiled like he was relaxed, but I felt like I was standing in front of a dangerous snake. “I’m Patriarch Leandro Vasiliev. If you get tired of your Alpha’s bad mood, you’re welcome in my pack.” He said it like it was a joke, and Lorenzo answered with a low, dangerous warning growl that made my skin go tight.

The doors open, and a guard announces, “Arriving, King Astaroth and his mate, Royal Luna Carmen, and his daughter, Lady Florence.” A strong man with a shaved head strides into the hall, two women at his sides, their hands locked with his. Behind the supposed King follows a towering figure, his scalp shaved at the edges, a single braid trailing from the crown of his head down to the middle of his back. His body bears the map of countless scars. The crowd parts in silence as Astaroth leads the women forward and comes to stand before our King Aldous. “Brother.” The man speaks. King Aldous nods. “Brother. It is a surprise to have you.”

My voice was hoarse, raw from whatever drug they used on me. Dante tilted his head, feigning innocence. "Oh, come on, Alda. You're a smart girl. I'm sure you can put the pieces together." "Untie me," I demanded, testing the ropes again. He chuckled, crouching beside me. "Now, why would I do that? You see, you’ve been quite the little troublemaker lately. First, you kill Cesario. Then, I see you at Midnight Echelon with Alessandro Mateo Rodriguez.”