Novel & Cerita Dante Aphmau

His smile disappeared. Ash, of course, was oblivious to the sudden shift in atmosphere. He studied Dante with the curiosity only a three-and-a-half-year-old could manage, the kind that believed everyone in the world was a potential friend unless they refused him candy. “Who’s that, Mami?” he asked quickly. “A friend of mine, sweetheart. His name’s Dante,” I said, standing and brushing Ash’s arm. “He’s a pediatrician too.” Dante stayed rooted at the foot of the bed. His expression was… the look of a man slotting puzzle pieces together and realizing the picture might stop his heart.

"But I like Amara because she is petite and cute…." I shut him up with a murderous glare. "Someone take him out of here before I crush his throat with my bare hands," I growled, raising my voice higher than I had intended. Dante and Gabriel jerked up swiftly and latched onto him; one on the feet and the other on his hands. He just mentioned that his friend got deported because he dated the girlfriend of an Italiano. Why was he so daft that he couldn't understand that he was also making a mistake.

ELLE: okay thanks I hang up the call, i was about to put my phone down when a call came through it. ELLE: hello Elle speaking, who is it? DANTE: hi... um..!, I'm Dante from hope hospital. I work in the lab. ELLE: i know hope hospital, but i don't remember anyone called Dante. DANTE: Yeah i was not there at that time. ELLE: okay, how may i help you Mr Dante. DANTE: please we need you at the hospital for an error we made. ELLE: an error on what. DANTE: we can't explain it on phone madam, so please can you come to the hospital.

I swear if they didn't kill him, I would eventually. "We don't kill women unless they're a witness." Pavlo murmured in his thick accent and my eyes widened. Am I a witness? Micah scoffed from besides me. Yurik seemed to be younger than the two but I could tell that he was in charge. How did they expect me to help Micah get out of his debt? Who was this brother he spoke of and was he really as heartless as they made him out to be? Of course he was, it's the fucking mafia.

Aiden admitted honestly, seeing Dante nod in agreement, " Sometimes the Human world doesn't need to know every single detail of our ways of life. We'd have no privacy otherwise." "Alright, so what happened then?" Amira asked Dante, "To the Alpha that turned against his King?" "Oh, he died of course." Dante said nonchalantely, "Not before giving a warning first about Karmina." He pointed to his forearm, "He had her symbol branded into his skin and before they could stop it, he exploded." He sipped his coffee. "Did he trigger it?" Amira asked him, but Dante shook his head. "From his perspective, it bubbled up along with his body and well," He shrugged slightly, "it wasn't a pretty sight for hi

Jem immediately recognized the name, and the moment it settled in his mind, everything he had pieced together from Dante’s phone calls and those fragmented conversations he had overheard during dinner came rushing back with uncomfortable clarity. Vincent Hale—the same man tied to the warehouse explosion, the same so-called ally of Dante who had ultimately turned against him when it mattered most. The betrayal, the chaos, the fire and smoke that had swallowed everything in a single night, and the way Dante had returned back home on that rainy night—wounded, and bleeding in a way that had clearly gone far beyond just physical injury. Even now, Jem could still picture that rainy night too vivid

None of his two colleagues were doing great either. " I agreed with the idea of introducing another monster " Santana said gently. His grey hair was neatly combed and his suit were pressed and neat but that doesn't makes him less sad and downcast. " Who is this man you have arranged to go after Konstantin Dmitri? " For some seconds Mattia didn't speak as he took his time to reply. " Maximo Santino " Stunned totally by Mattia's response, Santana and Carlos shared a horrified glance. " You are kidding, why would you call in a Mafia Boss into this? " Carlos asked shakily but he didn't wait for Mattia to reply before he continues " Maximo Santino is a wanted criminal in every countries. You can'

He sat at the table, calm, composed, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Marco noticed the bandage immediately. “You got hit,” he said. “A scratch,” Dante replied. Luca’s expression hardened. “Tell us.” Dante leaned back slightly. “Someone tried to stop me on my way home. Four men. Masks. No identifiers.” Marco frowned. “Any idea who sent them?” Dante didn’t answer immediately. “I have a name,” he said finally. Luca exchanged a look with Marco. “Say it.” “Mark.” Marco scoffed. “The politician?”

“And let’s not forget, he’s the one who turned Zack into a human punching bag, not Elijah.” Zoe opens her mouth to retort, but before she can get a word out, a familiar middle-aged man in a crisp hotel uniform approaches our table. His nametag reads Daniel, and his polite smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Excuse me, are you Miss Zoe?” he asks, his gaze flickering between us. Zoe freezes for half a second, then points at me. “Nope, that’s her." “Seriously?” I roll my eyes at her and glance back at Daniel. “What’s the problem?”

Inside, wolves are tearing each other apart for vampire entertainment. The dhampir is watching from the shadows. Male, older than me. Maybe late thirties. He's got the look of someone who's survived Parliament attention for decades. I approach carefully. "You're dhampir. Like me." He turns. Evaluates me in seconds. "Valentina Corvino. I've heard about you. They say you're fastest runner in the Rookeries." "Who's 'they'?" "People who notice things. People who track unusual supernaturals." He extends his hand. "I'm Dante. Been hiding from Parliament for forty years."