Claude Von Riegan Novels & Stories

"That's the tattoo on my shoulder, and you asked me what it meant." "It's a date. 11th April 2006. I was 24. And it was the first time I killed someone." Rosalie stared at him in silence, knowing that he had killed people before, but hearing it from his own mouth just made it all seem real. "And I killed them." He continued as he gestured to the tombstones. Shifting her gaze down, she read the names displayed. 'Helen Afanti Regnante. 'Onofrio Dante Regnante. Ellie Hope Avery. Antonio Mateo Regnante.

I breathed a sigh of relief knowing I could at least be frank. “This is not tension, Mr. Sica, I absolutely despise you. As cold as it might sound, I cannot trust you. You have proven to me that you are a man who would not hesitate to throw people to gutters once you are done with them. But it is fine, isn't it? It is what CEO’s do.”

His gaze meets mine. "Katherine Collins. It's a pleasure, Mr. Coleman." I offer a handshake, still amazed at how young he is, among other things. The square jaw, the stubble, and the blue, almost gray, eyes were a combination that made his face perfect. "Just Niels, please. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Collins. I am the Chief Marketing Officer, and I believe we'll be meeting frequently from today onwards." "You're the CMO of Ryan? Excuse my surprise... it's just that I expected someone less young."

Andrew said, enthusiastic about the fight. "Good evening. Welcome to The Patio at Rudy's. My name is Raine, I will be your server this evening. Can I start you guys off with a drink and appetizers?" the young girl with black hair and beautiful tanned skin, full lips, and hourglass body features says, holding menus and handing the, out to us. "Yes, can I have a glass of Chardonnay?" Phoebe says. "I'll have a beer." uncle Fred orders.

We watched as they disappeared out of sight. “ I am so sorry for not believing you, Brianna. I know you wouldn’t ever lie to me. My son has made some decisions that he is not proud of and I know he regrets them. I just hope there is redemption for him. “ Romano said with a faraway look on his face. I reached over the table and placed my hand on his. “ I know how you feel but you should be proud of him. Other men would have denied what they had done but he owned up to his mistakes like a real man. I am sure he will find a woman who will be his redemption. “ I reassured.

It was obvious that Vincenzo was driven only by rage and his quest for vengeance, but with that usually comes the ability to see things more critically than everyone else does. He had a valid point. I had heard the tales of Declan the destroyer; how he had massacred hundreds of upperclassmen, including Manuel and Natalue at their own wedding. He had even dissolved the rulership council, right after beheading Councillor Calhoun, the man who served as chief advisor for many Alphas before him. A man like that obviously had no restraint and he had made sure that he submitted to no one, so there was not a soul who could check his excesses.

She had been so happy to see him, embracing him closely during the rehearsal while Donovan observed them in amusement without interfering. Now, amidst the opulence of the ceremony, Fidelis was a silent observer, his heart tethered between concern for Boma's well-being and a fragile hope that perhaps Donovan's rough edges were slowly being smoothed by the transformative power of love. Ronald, Donovan's formidable grandfather and mentor, cut an imposing figure at the lavish ceremony. His presence cast a shadow that loomed over the festivities, his influence a cornerstone in shaping Donovan's domineering and assertive nature.