D Angelo Library Novels & Stories

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

‘MC Royale. I think this is the place.’ Mariko looked up at the tall building in front of her and read the signage. She went inside and asked the receptionist on what floor the CEO had located. She immediately went up to the 20th floor and headed toward the room of the CEO. The executive assistant greeted her as soon as she arrived at the 20th floor. “I came to see Miss Orianna McCartney. I’m Agent Angel.” She introduced herself using her codename and told the secretary about her intention to come in.

Elijah and I looked at one another then at him “there’s a picture in my left pocket, pull it out, maybe you’d recognize the man” His voice was stable as he spoke, but the black circles under his eyes, how much weight he seemed to have lost, and even his drowsiness told me that he wasn’t mentally stable. Elijah put his hand on my thigh, stopping me from getting up, and doing it himself. He walked toward him, and pulled out the picture, and handed it to me without looking at it. I knew who the man was. However, I wasn’t stupid as to get into such a case with a person like him, we weren’t even in charge of him in this department. “Lorenzo D’Angelo” Elijah stated sitting beside me “what does a m

I couldn't help but recall the night when I suffered an unbearable stomachache. When I opened the door and saw her, I knew right then—she was the angel in my heart. Even though it was strenuous to carry me on her back, she still forcefully took me to the clinic. From that moment, I eagerly awaited our next meeting. Later, when I saw her in a video Rachel posted online, I realized she was Rachel's roommate. This gave me the perfect excuse. I told Rachel I wanted to visit and conveniently mentioned I had no money.

“Alright, let’s do this. But don’t expect this to go smoothly.” He dials the number and puts it on speaker. The phone rings a few times before we hear a deep, gravelly voice answer. “Vega.” “Arkyn, it’s Nero Leonetti,” my brother says, his voice low and authoritative. “We need to talk. It’s about Legacy.” There’s a pause on the other end of the line, and I can almost feel the tension coming through the phone. “What about him?” Arkyn finally growls. His voice is thick with irritation, like he’s already pissed off before we’ve even gotten to the real conversation.

Luca responded coldly and there was silence for a while before he said, "So much nerve to call. I believe this is not a condolence call" "It's not. My boss wants to do business with you. No more bloodshed. He wants you to be one of his associates who would be allowed to trade in his territory" Luca told him and continued, "And no. It's not a trap. Kindly bring as many men as you wish, for protection. Trace this call" He hung the call and returned it to the glove compartment. The D'Angelo drug empire was based in a neighbouring city and so, It would take them several minutes to arrive at the warehouse.

" Angelo ordered the men who immediately obeys his order. Paige blacks out in a second. Angelo phone rings. He checks the caller's ID only for it to display the name mistress on it. A frown then settled on his face. "It's the mistress," "I know," he replied coldly. He hesitated at first and after some seconds, he answered the call. "Hello," "Don't bring her to the Philippines anymore." "What?!" "Mr Dallas is in America now just to get his slave. Make sure you deliver her to him. I will send to you the name of the Villa he is. Do not slack off! Do not..."

"That day, you asked me what do I do or living. Yes I have the engineering firms, and I am the biggest supplier for engineering instruments in the region. But it’s all a mask. It’s a camouflage, to hide the real me. The real Lucas David. I... I am the Mafia. I rule the underworld, in this country and foreign too. I hold more than 80% shares in the black market. I have my hands dirtied and strained in the blood. I have inhaled guns smoke. I have killed more people than my age. I deal in all black and white. And if you agree to be a part of my life, you will be automatically entitled as part of Mafia. Do you think you can live your life with a stained person like me"? Lucas held his hands reve

The brunette model swirled around, the bow on her bust looking magnificent, the flowery designer sticking out and glittering- how special things could be when used in the right way. There was thundering applauds, Amelia couldn't believe it, they all loved it. Then a man stood up, anyone would know who this man was, it was Felicio Mangano, the owner of Black Textiles; a huge firm producing all sort of materials, the very best and most popular in the whole world. Their prices were cut-neck. Besides that, Felicio was a world known multi billionaire and a popular movie director. Mics where set before him by reporters as he spoke.

Dante’s voice was a low dangerous growl. He didn’t wait for an answer instead lunged across the room and grabbed Angelo by the front of his shirt and shoved him hard against the bookshelf. Books rattled. “Dante no!” I screamed. “Stop it!” Angelo didn’t fight back he just let Dante hold him there letting Dante hit him . “Is this what you do now Uncle?” Angelo spat the word. “You spend all your time hooking up with your ex-wife keeping her under the same roof as your actual wife, and then you get to punch me for offering comfort?”