Chapter Master Dante Novels & Stories

Don’t get me wrong, I completely understand that we are very much a part of the business they did want in the first place so they have to keep up appearances and make themselves known. If anyone of my guys should be feared it would be Dante. He’s the jokester, the fool everyone thinks can’t be serious. Dante’s imagination and fascination with mid-evil torture divides a gore makes him one of those people who would take enjoyment out of watching someone slowly bleed out while watching them suffer until he gets his answers.

So I decided to try again. "Luca, what's with the dragon and flames on your back?" I asked, and he laughed. He rinsed his mouth and spat out the water and then stood straight to flex his muscles so I could get the full view. Instead of looking at the tattoo, my eyes were fixed on his tight, sexy, manly butt. My mind was in the gutters. "The dragon breathes fire. It can never burn him. Hell is fire, and I am the dragon that rules it," he said, and I understood.

Instead, I sat on the cold floor, fighting my own body, my own treacherous thoughts. Because the truth was a blade I could no longer deny: Part of me wanted him to come back. And that terrified me more than anything else. Dante POV There is an economy to temptation. Too much, and you exhaust the appetite; too little, and it never awakens. The true master finds the measure between famine and feast and paces the offerings like a composer scoring a crescendo. I have the metronome; she is the instrument.

"Step away from the processing unit." Dante didn't wait for the fire. With one final, explosive wrench of his carbonized iron shoulders, his massive three-ton wolf-frame lunged across the aisle, his body taking the full brunt of the enforcers' magnetic slugs as the countdown for Chapter 157 began in the dark.

I swallowed hard, trying to turn my face away as I didn’t know what to say to that, but he caught my chin between his fingers. “Dante has always been vengeful. Filled with anger and chaos that if erupted it will be worse than an inferno.” “W-why are you telling me that?” I asked, my heartbeat running double it’s rhythm. . ____ A. Gupta

I opened the first page. The Roma's are a very rich and influential people in the whole of italy, they are half America and half italian, there own the biggest Wine producing company here in italy and have more company's, the Roma's Only heir Dante Roma born on the 14 of December 1990 is the only surviving member of the family and is the CEO of over 7 big product company and industries, well known and influential. I paused. Dante is an orphan? He doesn't have a family, maybe that's why he's so mean. I bet he doesn’t knows what being a family guy is.

Zhang Wei came out to hear his master. "Master actually we are here for........" "Here for what? I knew that you two are unkind but never expected this from you two. Get lost from my eyes." Master became mad at them. He was disappointed at them. They left from that place. "Why did you do this Chenguang?" "I am so sorry Zhang Wei. I couldn't control myself." "What will I do with your sorry? Listen I have a plan. Today we will steal the book from master's room"

Dante, the terrifying and powerful capo of the Romano mafia, was pressing his head to the dirty ground beneath my shoes… for me? Dante’s hands trembled slightly as he lifted them in front of him. Then slowly, he lowered his head again, pressing his forehead to the ground in full submission. He rose and kowtowed again, and again, and again. Five times. By the end, his forehead bled slightly. I could barely breathe. The silence was sacred. When he finally lifted himself and stood, his voice came loud, strong, reverent, almost trembling with something deeper than respect. “You have proved beyond all measure your capacity,” he said solemnly.

“Please let me come. I need it. I need you.” Dante’s dark chuckle resonates through the room. “Not yet. Not until you prove you’re truly sorry. Then, and only then, will I let you fall over the edge.” I watch, mesmerized, as Dante’s fingers move inside her with precision, each thrust calculated to drive her closer to madness. Every time she’s on the verge of release, he stops, leaving her teetering on the edge of oblivion. “How many times should we deny her the orgasm this time, to teach her a lesson for almost getting herself killed?” Dante calls out, his tone wicked. The crowd murmurs suggestions, but my voice cuts through the noise.

"We eliminate anyone who dares to stand in our way, and their bodies are buried without names." "Why?" I challenged, holding my ground. "Is there a secret brother you are desperate to keep buried?" "There are no secrets," Dante stated, his voice turning deadly cold. "There is only Roman. He is the sole heir, the sole Don, and your sole master." "Sole heir," I repeated softly, committing his exact defensive phrasing to memory. "Understood." Dante glared at me, clearly unsettled by my complete lack of fear. He turned and walked briskly out of the library, leaving me entirely alone.