Chino Moreno Young Novels & Stories

Instantly, Jonathan pulled out his card to pay. Before I could explain to the salesperson, my gaze caught on the strand of prayer beads around his wrist. Just yesterday, when Chloe announced her return to the public eye, one of the photos in her post had prominently featured those same beads. At a glance, they seemed out of place among the other glamorous shots—but someone online recognized them as exclusive items from the historic retreat he'd closed for her. Soon, the story of the place's six-month closure and the identity of the bracelet's owner was everywhere. Paparazzi had captured footage of Chloe and him leaving the grounds. Even without showing Jonathan's face, the custom-tailored su

Enjoy! A D O N I S - D E L L U C C I Age ✓ 31 years old Nationality✓ Italian Nickname✓ Donnie- DD Tag✓ Heir to the Dellucci empire Position✓ First grandson Parent✓ grandparents and Father Siblings✓ Ronnie Dellucci (25yrs) Behaviour✓ cold, aloof, Pokerface Relationship✓ once engaged Education ✓ All degrees cleared C A I T R O N A B A L B O A

Beta Fam for the Batani Pack, Beta Howli for Verano Pack, and Beta Zoey who stood for the CrownBlood Pack. It had been decided in earlier meetings that Sham would represent his Pack which barely had a presence in the Kingdom in past years. The pack was called Minamo Pack. The pack lived up to the meaning of their name. Minamo in the moon goddess's language meant the invisible ones. The people of Minamo Pack surely made their existence a mystery to the rest of Zenrada. But, Sham was the first person to change that narrative. He was the first wolf from that pack to have a hand in Kingdom affairs.

Elara, 16 winters. She looked younger than Nell. Maybe fifteen. Maybe fourteen. Her smile was tired, like she'd already seen too much. She lived here. Long ago. She died. Lena. Nell's palm itched. She scratched it. The itching didn't stop. She scratched harder. Still didn't stop. She was about to wrap her hand in a cloth when she saw it. A mark. Small. Crescent-shaped. Right in the center of her palm. She didn't remember getting it.

He was the heir, and that’s when I remembered that when we were younger, we’d been introduced once at a meeting between the Bianchi and Brona packs. Lorenzo only snorted in response, and the real negotiation began. I thought it was going to be something huge, but it stunned me to learn it was a rare wild grain I knew very well. It grew wild in a barely used part of Bianchi territory. Why did Lorenzo need that so urgently? “He’s proposing to ship it through Fairmont North Port within three months, like we agreed,” I heard the interpreter say, but that wasn’t what the Alpha had said. “That’s not what he said,” I leaned in to whisper to Dante, and he frowned.

Her eyes weren't teary but she would burst into tears at any slight of provocation. Maximo Santino was there but he stand out. Why? Because he's the Boss. Because he's the peak, because he's the Sky, because he's the lifeline of masses. The Italian Mafia Boss himself. He was dressed in his normal dressing code. A White shirt and a Black pant trouser. A complete suit but he never button up the shirt. The tops button was left undone to reveal his solid chest and makes him more sexier. He was smoking his cigar gingerly but passed it to Marco who stood behind him as Iris Drew nearer. He's breathtakingly beautiful and elegant. Captivating and alluring. As Iris drew nearer to him, she couldn't hel

“You think stepping foot in this godforsaken palace of pleasure pays the toll? No, no, my friend. I want something better. Access to your northern shipment route. Temporarily. One month. That’s all.” I didn’t answer immediately. He saw the pause and lifted a brow. “I could give the name to someone else. Your rivals pay just as well. They also bring better wine.” “One month,” I said. “You touch nothing marked for Sicily.” “Done.” He poured himself a glass of something amber, swirling it before taking a sip. “The name…” he said, voice lower now, “is Moretti.” My eyes narrowed. “Carlos?” He gave a slow nod. “Mmh. Carlos Moretti. Young. Loud. Still piss-wet behind the ears but reckless enough to

Her entire outfit was skin tight, complimenting all the places on her body that had filled out. I had to refrain from licking my lips and making her angrier than she already was. Most of all, I loved the way her blue eyes stood out against her pale but darkened skin. Elodie was mixed. Her father, white, and her mother, black. Her usually curly hair was straightened down her back. She was gorgeous. Truly a sight to behold.

Nero catches my eye across the table and gives me a warm smile, which I return. “Everything looks delicious, Camellia,” Morana says, taking a bite of the roasted chicken. “This feels just like old times!” “Thanks, Morana,” I say, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. “I’m glad you all like it.” “This is great, Mamma!” Nereo exclaims, his mouth full of roasted potatoes. “Can we have this every night?” I laugh, ruffling his hair. “We’ll see, sweetheart. Maybe not every night, but I’ll make it often.”

It'd be a place unfit for habitation even for termites and ants. I was my own inhibition. Nothing stopped me from getting up right now and claiming that stature. It was that easy because the Morenos were so fucking dumb. Sometimes, I wondered how the mantle of leadership fell on them. Alpha Moreno was…was he even alive? Always in his shell, cowering in the shadow of the mad cow that called herself The Luna. And then, there was their seed. Vincenzo Gaspare Moreno. A befitting name for a guy who'd got his dick as his only functioning organ. Bastards.