Dantdm X Novels & Stories

"Get your ass down here, bitch!" Dante shouted. "And don't you make wait another minute or you're gonna regret it!" My heart leapt again, and my stomach turned as the hammering on the front door continued. It was Dante, the absolutely repugnant owner and manager of Cherry Sweet's Gentlemen's Club in Dorchester. If there was an Academy Awards for World's Biggest Asshole, he'd win every year. And Dante wasn't going anywhere — not without me.

I was taken aback by the takeaway packages that filled the island. “Hello there. Glad you could make it.” Dominic said behind me. When I turned to face him, he had changed into a pair of black jeans and black shirt. And a single gold chain to accesorize . Any ordinary man would have looked like he was about to attend a funeral but Dominic made the outfit look as sexy as hell. I put on my best Sunday smile to cover spreading blush. “I see you went ahead and ordered. What a shame because I was about to whip up something you would never forget.”

He waved at me “Dell, where are the others?” “Coming I guess” He answered and walk to his car, Dell drive the latest BMW though he changes cars as well I sighed and stood waiting for the other to come so we can all go together, and then I sighted another one, I just don't get why they are all coming out from different directions, his name is Dante Dallas, he’s coming with one of the school queen bees, Dante is a black hair, tall and charming guy with the sweetest mouth ever, unlike Dell, Dante is carefree and frivolous, I guess that's why girls flock around him, anyone would fall for his green eyes which are crazily seductive, and he's the Beta's son, he drives the latest Audi. He got to me

Dante leaned against the counter, his demeanor cool and collected, "I'm looking for someone. A woman by the name of Raven," Dante's voice was a deep and resonant baritone, commanding attention with its rich tone. It carried a hint of weariness, a testament to the burdens he has shouldered and the battles he has fought. Every word that emerges from his lips is delivered with a layer of grit and determination as if honed by years of pain and survival.

His parting words echoed hauntingly, "Remember this day, Dax, for it shall be embedded in your memory until we meet again." Dax stood there, a mix of frustration and bewilderment swirling within him. He clutched his chest, feeling the adrenaline coursing through his veins, his heart pounding with a mixture of anger and confusion. He knew that the encounter with Damien marked the beginning of a dark chapter, one that would test his strength and resilience like never before.

I started being a DJ here when I was still fifteen, and the people love me and my music. My name is Claire Daven Lawrence, but I don't honor my second name because it was from my stupid a**hole of a father. And my stage name is DJ XCeed. "Uh, okay. That will be fine, Shay. You know, if the right time will come, that real and true love of yours will be the one to come to you. You don't have to rush." I told her while rubbing her back.

A man like Xander usually fights until the bitter end and he doesn’t like not winning. Dante stops rubbing my back and pulls out his mobile from his pants. It looks like he is scrolling. “Hi Xander, Dante here. I’m doing a search on a Drake Edwards right now and I’ll forward the name on to my team.” His voice is stern and in command.

Eyes tightly closed, I just waiting for the pain to end. I smelled him as he slammed the door open. He was rooted to the spot on the floor. If anything it confirmed I looked like shit. “DESMOND THEODORE WRIGHT, FUCKING MOVE.” Even I jumped, Marcus yelling at Desmond. I also mentally made a note that if I did make it out of this to absolutely make fun of his middle name. Maybe I would start calling him Teddy from now one. The thought made me smile but my lips wouldn’t move, my bite on the towel too strong.

Kat never listened and I was slightly pissed off with her when I had clearly said no bars and no drinking. They occupied two tables and shot glasses littered the surface. Kat and Finley were dancing and laughing and I made my way over to their table as Wells smiled broadly when he saw me. “Well hi there Damon,” he said his voice slightly slurring. “Having fun?” I asked him as Harley just looked at me with big eyes. “I always have fun, you should try it sometime,” he said and Harley clamped her hand over his mouth. “What makes you think I don’t have fun?” I asked him as they both laughed.

His brooding eyes scan Adelaide and I, and I swallow, sensing something off. “I also wanted to speak to you, Adelaide.” He adds and Adelaide glances at me, already panting. “About what?” “Christopher.” Dante says the name like he wants to stab whoever it is until they are paralyzed. “What about him?” Adelaide tries to act cool, but it's pointless, Dante knows everything. “You're dating a hippie?”