Astolfo Novels & Stories

do you know where I'm going? -No ... you wouldn't find them- says the man with a broken voice. Azael laughs again. -Don't you know who I am? The man shakes his head. Azael takes a few seconds to respond. A malicious smile forms on his face before he does so. -I'm Azael Volkov. Dutson's son. I feel the man's face go completely pale. We all watch the scene in silence, no one dares to speak. - That mafia is dead ...- he says in just a whisper.

Alexander replied, while chucking. He opened the door, without hesitation. I stepped inside to be met with an annoyed Adonis. Alexander clearly slumped on the couch, while I took a seat opposite Adonis. "You can leave now." Adonis asked Alexander, while eying me carefully. "Yes Ozymandius" Alexander replied in a gruff voice while walking out the door. So his name was Ozymandius? "Ozymandius" I tested on my lips. I looked at Adonis - I mean Ozymandius, who had his eyes shining golden.

Gosh. I stepped into the second floor of this fast-food restaurant to meet this kind of alpha guy where he’s the one who always perky enough about this program. I really thought he will offer himself as the leader though. For the very first time of this meeting, I already dislike one of the members and I wonder is there any chance I dislike anyone else in the club. My eyes were catching each corner of this room, well, I don’t know his looks yet so I need to make sure I don’t greet the wrong person. My sight stopped to the guy wearing a denim jacket, he looks tubby and his eyes never leave his cellphone. “Excuse me, I’m looking for someone from group 5 of the community service program. Are yo

Europa tearfully nodded. “See. Asterion is not a monster. He is not the villain. He’s protecting us. He’s even spoken to his mother, who has a secret passage we can use to escape. We have to bid our time for when it’s safe.” Melite smiled. “Escape?” Andromache repeated a whisper of disbelief. I nodded.

He was near the first island. “Not bad,” the voice said. “Not bad at all.” “Enough,” the alchemist said, “with the games. Who are you?” “You truly want to know?” “Yes.” “Very well, I am Astilr's memory.” “His memory, you say?” “Yes.” “He has advanced that far?” “Yes.” “If you are his memory, then, there must be a way how to leave this place?” “Correct.” “You only have to find it.” “Easy,” the alchemist was on the beach. He was exhausted. Dreams greeted him. He was asleep.

he exclaimed loudly. Gloria froze in shock. “Ho-honey Bear…? Why are you on their side? Do you forget how the old fart neglected you, and even left his possessions to an orphaned girl? That damn girl takes away the old man’s wealth from you!” Alfonso stood up, shooting an angry glare at Gloria. “This is the last time I ever let you insult them! Adalfo is my grandfather, my own grandfather! Insulting him means you’re insulting me too!” he yelled.

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 mod

“The bastard even refused me entry to my own daughter’s funeral and kept you as far away from me as he could.” I stared down at the plates, wondering how my life might have been different. “I wish you could have gotten to me. Those years were hell.” His gaze locked onto me, his brow furrowed. “I tried. I lost over a dozen men trying, half of them to the man lying in this house.” My eyes widened. “Domenico?” He nodded. “He was younger then, still working his way up. The anger in him…there is good reason they call him la Bestia, mia bella.”

she muttered in a small voice. "Fanculo" (fuck ) he spat, Ophelia wasn't sure if he was disgusted by his name or what was the reason that caused the frustration to light up in his green orbs making it look darker. "ti porto a casa dolci" (I am taking you home sweets) He's spat louder this time talking in some foreign language as he held her hand. Ophelia was afraid that she might have even left with him if not for that one word that certainly made her a break out of her trance.

He asked with a sickening smile on his face. Mateo didn’t answer him, so Aldo continued. “You know, I was just telling your brother how I think you are the smartest one among the two of you,” He pointed between the two brothers. Where Mateo was glaring at the man, Dante was near to losing consciousness with his head hanging low. He didn’t even have the energy to lift his head. “Just look at him. He has always been a fool – an emotional fool. I don’t even have to put a trap to capture him, but you –” Aldo paused and sniggered, “You are hard to catch. I had to put a foolproof trap,” He pointed at Dante, “To capture you,” Aldo smirked.