Christopher Ammanuel Novels & Stories

He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table. He pace about for more than five minutes before he finally walk towards the chair he sat on earlier and lowered himself unto it frustratedly. " We can't do this without Maximo Santino's help. He is the right man for the job " " Do you think he would agree on it? " Santana asked with his face twitched in confusion. " I can't be sure. I have never meet this man in person. All I Heard about him was that he is as handsome as he is sadistic and he is on his way here as we speak " Mattia responded stunning his two colleagues again.

My eyes widen at his sadistic words, and I can feel my panties dampen, not knowing what to say. "Have I made you speechless, Sandra? Hmm? Do you want me to fuck you right here in front of everyone so everyone can see how good you take me? Is that want you want, Cassandra?" He questions darkly. "You need to back off, Alessandro. You can't just speak to me like that, as I was one of your whores" I said, poking my finger on his chest and pushing him back a little. Alessandro was one of those guys who fuck a new girl every night, he wasn't one to commit to a relationship, but when my father asked him to marry me before he passed away, Alessandro was very eager and signed the contract immediately

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

Amelia says, her interest clearly piqued. “You see, my animai is Isolde Laurier, intended High Priestess of the makkari,” I announce confidently. Black Thunder to my right, has his eyes blowing wide in astonishment, but Chris snarls and immediately moves Mei behind him, “What the fuck did you just say?” “Chris! Stand down!” Amelia shouts, her turquoise eyes glowing and an intense energy coming over the room. He looks at her incredulously, “Did you not hear what she said?”

“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”

I said, stalling a bit as I wasn't exactly sure how I'm controlling my nerves right now. I hurried to the door, and saw him. He looked quite handsome. I'm his black pants and white t-shirt. He had styled his hair, he had a nice leather wristwatch with a diamond necklace, he looked so different, rookie like. “Mama, who is this?” Annabelle’s small voice jolts me back to reality. “Baby, this is Christopher, my friend. Chris, this is Annabelle, my daughter.” I introduced myself. Christopher crouched down to her level and ruffles her hair a bit. “Hi Princess, I've heard so much about you.” He warmly said.

He had brought me to a deserted area, some large building that looked non-functioning, but had people inside nonetheless. "You didn't figure out what we are yet?" Luca laughed. I shook my head. "I figured you're an illegal cult. Headed by Don." "Well, you're partially correct." He sighed. "I've vowed to a code of silence," "Like Omerta?" "What?" "Code of Silence - like the Omerta? The Sopranos?" I asked. "Oh," He let out a large breath. "Sí. Like that." "And you're not gonna break that?"

That bloodied scene was exactly what Jake had walked in on. “Wake up, pig! Come on. Father has a gift for you.” Amanda’s cruel chuckles woke Calista the following morning. The younger sister stood outside the pen, smirking as she took in the sight of Calista covered in filth. “What do you want…?” Calista managed, her voice a hollow rasp. The blood on her skin had dried into a stiff crust overnight, the metallic scent mixing with the stench of the pen. “Nothing, sister,” Amanda mocked, pouting with theatrical sadness. “Aside from wanting to inform you that Leo and I are officially engaged, I just wanted to see if you were still breathing.”