Astolfo Novels & Stories

The last bit of warmth that I saw in his eyes has disappeared now. My heart skipped a bit as he said tightly clenching my waist, "Sono Imogen Mcmaster, il Don degli inferi. Quale qualifica hai per minacciarmi? So come ottenere ciò che è mio. Lascia ora la sua mano. Odio le altre persone che toccano le mie cose. (I am Imogen Mcmaster, the Don of the underworld. What qualifications do you have to threaten me? I know how to get what's mine )"

His eyes pull me in and the next thing I know, I'm floating in space with nothing pulling me back down to earth. It's almost like I'm under a spell. Pulled in by all of the elements I'm attracted to my Godfather with. His dominant aura calls out my name, his smouldering gaze holds me in place and his confidence takes my breath away while a more sinister element dares me to try to break away and I lose every time.

"You whore! You put your dirty paw on me! I will hang your hand as decoration in my house. You dared to touch me! You dared to touch, Lee! You fucking bitch. I am going to make your death painfully slow. I will cut your body into pieces and let my men eat you..." I froze in my step when he revealed his identity. If he was Lee, the person spoken to me was one of the top three. Is A mean alpha or the first letter of one? I really hit a jackpot. I was trying to find him in this month-end meet but he fell on my trap on his own. It was time to handle it cleverly. I mind liked my pack doctor to come immediately with the necessary thing to the dungeon. Ashwin! You are going to get your gift soon th

Alfonso’s body shape looks odd. “Is it true? Because I don’t remember having an old geezer’s best friend.” Caspian heard a roar, and the next thing he knew was that Alfonso had turned into a werewolf. He was the largest werewolf Caspian had seen so far, even bigger than himself, who was renowned as one of the strongest werewolves on the South Island. “DAMN BITCH!” roared Alfonso. His large, clawed hand grabbed Elora, who was nearby. In the blink of an eye, Elora was already a prisoner of Alfonso. “If you want to survive, get out of here. Leave her.”

He hoped his plan would work. “Doflamingo? who’s that?” Dora asked at a loss. The name was too strange. There was no such name in her memory at all. “Doflamingo is my son and also your lover, have you forgotten?” Jonald sigh once more. “Doflamingo is my lover?” Dora was even more confused now. Was that so? why couldn’t she recall anything?

Sara reported. “Hugo is at work. He works until four or five on Fridays normally,” Rocco said once we stepped outside. “Where does he work?” I asked. “A brothel near Calabogie.” “I know it,” I said, looking at Sara. “You’re free to go.” I turned to Rocco, undoing my alpha aura. We got back into the car and drove just over a half hour to get to Hugo’s place of work. I was familiar with it as that was where we got our wolfsbane darts supply, which would explain how the rogue was able to obtain them.

He said, and I smirked before letting out a low growl, calling for the hell hounds who I knew would be the one thing to defeat a death eater. The man frowned before I bit whatever it was that he was holding me with. My eyes turned into a deep shade of red as three doors opened, revealing the hellhounds who were summoned by my command. “What…?” “I, Alpha Arturo de’ Medici, last heir of my blood, summon the hellhounds to kill and drag you to the hell you truly belong in.” I said, glaring at the man whose eyes widened in surprise. “Now, any last words?”

The night prior had seen me tossing and turning, a turbulent sea of thoughts churning within me as I contemplated the impending encounter with Antonio, my betrothed. Antonio Luca, a name that carried with it an aura of dread and an air of mystique. Over the months leading up to this juncture, I had delved into the depths of research concerning this enigmatic figure. My findings, culled from various sources including newspapers, painted a haunting portrait of a man rumored to have single-handedly taken the lives of fifteen individuals, earning him the chilling moniker "The Death Angel of Doom." Though official channels may have debunked these claims, my intuition whispered a truth that refuse

She hesitantly gave him one back but all it came out as a grimace. “Enrico, 26. Don't even come near me.” He snarled at her too which she ignored. “Fourth oldest. Fulvio, 23.” He blankly stated, gazing back at the book he was reading. The next one was looking at her with immense hatred which brought a jolt of pang in her heart. “Sav.” Agostino warned him with a straight face. Huffing, he crossed his arms over his chest. “Why do I have to introduce myself to this bitch?” He hissed. “Just do it.” Alfonso calmly spoke, not wanting another drama to unfold.

"But still here you are, standing here and asking for my help" Alessandro pointed out. Russell is embarrassed now. He indeed declared Alessandro a bad guy. But still, he wants the Russian's help desperately. "I am a bad guy, right? Then how do you expect me to help you? Bad guys earned that reputation for a reason. Bad guys don't help. And I never claimed myself as a saint either. I am a bad guy, but you don't have any right to declare me as unfit for Olivia" Alessandro continued when Russell remained quiet.