Astolfo X Astolfo X Astolfo Novels & Stories

‘A win for you is a win for me,’ Juanzo was saying, ‘We can’t let that blond prick win. ‘Agreed.’ Derith replied. In the next instance, there wasn’t just one Hind, but four. ‘What the fuck?!’ Alastor growled, his head whipping around, trying to keep track of the true Hind as the copies zipped back and forth. In his state of confusion, a puff of fire billowed into his face. Letting out a yelp, he dropped down on his belly and flattened his ears. He cringed as heat seared along his back. Juanzo pinned him by the scruff of his neck before he could recover.

"So either I'm developing a split personality that approves things while I sleep or someone's been forging my signature." "Not forging," Alfonso pulled out a folder and set it on the table between us. "Replicating. There's a difference." "Explain," Lorenzo said. Alfonso opened the folder and spread out several documents. The music was so loud I had to lean in to hear him properly and the movement brought me closer to Lorenzo and I could smell his cologne.

“Who the fuck do you think you are to…?” “Your worst fucking nightmare, Giovanni D’Angelo” Alessandro said, glaring at the man “you had the fucking balls to abuse my wife and daughter, have the same balls to come and face me, and it does not have to be from behind bars, under your fucking dog Mattia’s tight grip, or restraints of a chair”

"What is now, Alphonso?!" Alphonso's veins become visible under his skin as his eyes murderously stare at Francisco. The Prince's Alpha pheromones continue to mix with the air. "You are such an annoying asshole, Alphonso!!!" Alphonso smirks as he answers back, "Don't be such a jerk! I will give you a taste on your own blood later." ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟﾟ*☆*ﾟ

Reina's intent to shift the position unexpectedly if it woke Alta up again. Her movement triggered a second bed game round. Alta kept Reina's body in his embrace. "Where are you going, hmmm?" asked Alta in a hoarse voice and half-closed eyes. "I'm tired, Al," Reina answered as she moved her body. "What did you do, hmmm?" Alta raised his eyebrows, tempting Reina with the movement. "Serving the husband," Reina answered without embarrassment.

His tattoos could be seen on his hand, and I raised an eyebrow when Alessandro extended his hand to shake. “I thought that we were meeting in the VVIP lounge?” Alessandro said, letting me know that the man was the Cartel. The other Alphas stood, but all of us ladies stayed in place. The Alphas took their turn in shaking hands with the Cartel, and though he smiled, welcomingly at them, I could tell that the devious expression on his face meant nothing more than a mutual alliance. Neither one of them was actually his friend, and I could tell by Alessandro’s body language that the feeling was mutual.

Draco told him inhaling a deep breath of cigar. "Alams....okay...you are the great Blackford. I have heard your name often in business world." Alessandro said in impressive tone. "Thanks man....I was actually wondering to if I should ask it or not.... I need your suggestion." Draco spoke a little unsure and confused. "What is it?" Alessandro was alert. Does he know who I am?

I whisper, putting all my sincerity into it. "Lo so (I know*), Amore mio. But, me ne frego (I don't care*). The stronzo (asshole*) is dead and buried." Elio stops talking momentarily, then looks up at his little brother. "Get out of here. I don't need you anymore." Matteo greets us with a simple nod and leaves. Then, Elio pulls me against him and comes to whisper in my ear: "You will be happy to know that this stronzo was the last one on the list."

yes i know, I'm such a jerk for a prince. "Nervous?" I almost jumped from my position. His voice from my back feels like I've been electrified and it made me feel weird. There's no way I'm going homosexual with him! "Don't be such a d*ck Luther" I angrily spat. He just laughed in amusement when-- "Harris Esqroic and Luther Astrix please join arena 4!" This really is doomsday!

“Don’t be ridiculous.” “Am I?” I countered. “You’ve always been quick to point fingers, but you’ve never been good at answering questions. So let me ask you this: why were you at the Castellano house that night?” His silence was deafening. Austin’s gaze snapped to Alfredo, suspicion darkening his features. “Answer him,” he demanded. “I don’t have to,” Alfredo muttered, but the crack in his voice betrayed him. “Are you seriously letting this guy brainwash you after all these years, Fantasma?” He eyes went back to Austin who stood few feet’s away.