D Angelo Library Novels & Stories

“Enough. Tell me, how do I make Rachel come back to me?” Vincenzo replied, “Did you actually believe that? You really are an idiot.” I raised a brow, my right hand slowly moving toward the gun at my waist. “I can’t make Rachel change her mind,” Vincenzo added, “but I can help you kill her and put you back on your throne as the Don.” A sinister smile spread across his face. “The price is Brooklyn and Queens.” I said nothing. Just as my fingers brushed against my gun, the guard beside me pressed a barrel against my head.

Andrei commanded and I found myself short of words. “Oh, that is good!” Angela muttered and I looked at her in horror. Angela was a nightmare. I spoke too soon. I forgot Andrei still knew me more than anybody else. Serving Angela? I rather pull out my tongue! “No,” I whimpered desperately hoping help would come from somewhere and get me and Dave out of there. “You heard me, Euthalia!” His jaw clenched tightly. “The royal library is sacred and your intentional choice has sent it going off in ashes. This is me being nice.” He continued.

Angela admitted; "since your education is progressing very quickly and to congratulate you, I have decided to take you to the Library of the Peak, in the town of Breddon" I jumped up from my chair, overexcited by this news. Angela and Keith had been telling me about this library for, I would say, two years, and every day I dreamed of visiting it. Apparently, it would be one of the most grandiose libraries in Edios, maybe even in the whole world, if I were to leave out the royal libraries of the countries.

ELARA’S POV “Angelo Valestilo,” Angelo says coolly, flicking a gold coin toward the guard. “We want to speak with the Librarian.” The man catches the coin, glances at it, then grunts. “Magic word accepted.” A metal detector beeps weakly as we pass. I doubt it could detect a bazooka, let alone a knife. Nate’s hand stays firm on my lower back, silent, steady. As we step into the hallway, it feels more like a tunnel tight and damp. My heels echo in a rhythm that sets my nerves on edge.

Ethan returned to his room and sat on his bed in silence. "What happened in Italy?" he tried to recall the night they returned from the casino. "Did I sleep with her?" he questioned himself but still had no answer. He lay on the bed after changing into something comfortable and closed his eyes to sleep. The next day was a Saturday. Andrews entered the Carter's compound carrying a small bag filled with his clothing. It was eight in the morning. He was ushered to the main house by one of the guards. Derby went to inform Ethan about the person looking for him.

said Angelo and walked towards the stairs . " Where are you going Angelo ? " asked Antonio . " I am going to read the science of technology volume four based on the app development system . I will make sure to finish it today so that I can spend time with aunt Valeria to my heart's content tomorrow . Goodbye uncle Alex ! " said Angelo and waved at him . " Bye little buddy ! " said Alex with a smile . Antonio was still staring at his child with a dumbfounded expression . " If he was my kid , I would stare at him the same way you are now . " said Alex who couldn't keep his laugh anymore .

I mutter huskily. “If it wasn’t a party, I would’ve worn the smell of your cum like a perfume like we always have been.” She purrs. The driver clears his throat, probably praying for the ride to end. Finally, Angelo’s condo comes into view. Tonight, this place is the headquarters of something far more dangerous than walls and windows. The car pulls to a smooth stop, and the door swings open. Angelo is there, in his sharp suit and a grin plastered across his face like he owns the entire city.

I walked with them to the orphanage. “Isn’t this too much?” Angelo asked while tailing me. “It’s just breaking my heart. I want to do this. It’s my willingness,” I told him. After sending the kids to the orphanage, I noticed how Angelo throw weird glances at me. I’m empty handed now but it’s fine. I will just buy the other day. “You are very different,” he suddenly let out a sentence. “Different?” “The Selena I know is not like you,” he said still glancing at me. I can see it through my peripheral view. “I was testing you a while ago but I didn’t change your mind.”

- I ask Michael POV As we arrive at the club Angel lets us in. He is one of my brother’s most trusted security guard. I’ve known him for years now. He told us that the girls were already inside. “There’s Beth” - Logan says and I nod my head. We walk to the bar and I see a beautiful woman with fiery red hair. She is definitely fire. She is wearing a short back dress and I can feel my pants getting tighter. What the hell? Logan walks to her and hugs her. When she turns around I am met by the most intense grey eyes. She is stunning.

The tension in Dirty Angels coiled tighter than a garrote wire as the night deepened. The bar wasn’t some dive with sticky floors and cheap beer; it was high-class sleaze, polished brass rails, leather booths that cost more than most people’s rent, crystal tumblers catching the amber glow of pendant lights. Velvet ropes at the VIP section. A dress code enforced with a single raised eyebrow from the doorman.