Dante Booktok Novels & Stories

When I pushed open the door, I nearly jumped out of my skin. Dante was there. Waiting. Casually draped in the armchair like he owned the entire world—and me. A bottle of champagne rested in his grip, the dim lighting catching the curve of his smirk. My pulse stuttered. “Thought we should celebrate your excellent work, firefly.” His voice was smooth, almost lazy, but there was an edge beneath it. One that made my skin prickle. “Didn’t expect you to whip my books into shape so quickly.” I forced a smile, trying to keep my voice steady. “I didn’t think accounting was champagne-worthy.”

Love you all. Also if you have time please leave a review for my book thank you so much. ******* I decided to write a sequel as requested. The next chapter marks the beginning of the sequel—Dante’s story, filled with secrets, danger, and the kind of choices that change everything. Thank you for your support.

🌹 A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR 🌹 This is Book Two in the ‘Entangled’ series, and it continues the story after the events of Book One titled—Bound to the Mafia Lord. While you can read this book on its own, I strongly recommend reading Book One first for a clearer understanding of the characters, relationships, history, and events that have already taken place. There are several names and references throughout this book that were introduced in the previous story. But if you’ve decided to start here… welcome anyway. 🤭❤️

The room spun gently, the amber lights blurring into soft halos, and I could feel my pulse everywhere, especially where it shouldn't be. Dante stood over me, his shadow falling across my body like a claim. "Let's see what's underneath all that white," he said, his voice low and unhurried, like he was unwrapping a gift he already knew the contents of. I tried to sit up, to protest, but my arms felt like lead. "Don't... please, you don't have to—"

Dante let out a low, amused chuckle, his hands instinctively settling on her hips as she straddled him. Leaning down, her warm breath fanned against his ear, her voice sultry and filled with promise. “Now, it’s my turn,” she whispered. “I’m going to give you the kind of ride that will have you moaning my name, begging me to keep going, pleading with me not to stop.” Dante’s grip on her hips tightened, his eyes darkening with anticipation. A slow smirk stretched across his lips as he gazed up at her. “Oh wow,” he murmured, his voice husky with raw desire. “I love the sound of that.”

Dante I ran so hard to catch up with that fucking boyfriend of mine but he's super fast that no matter how fast I try to chase him I just cannot catch up with him, I finally gave up and decided to meet him in the room, I checked the first room but he was not there, I was about to check the second room when I noticed that the door was opened, I slowly walked into the room and met Dell sitting on the bed while enjoying his ice cream,

I didn't recover from the immense pleasure when he removed his face,licked his lips dry of me and thrust himself inside me, my eyes rolled backwards, I was In another world of pleasure,he kept thrusting inside me continuously then suddenly I felt a sharp pain on my neck, I gasped when i realized Dante had just marked me. He licked the place he bit, still thrusting into me roughly,the familiar feeling of explosion erupted inside me, Dante stilled inside me for a while and then pulled out. “You are mine now Luna,fully mine”

Coconuts will forever be my comfort scent, I thought as I close my eyes and inhale the coconut-scented candles and essential oil. I woke up this morning feeling like a nervous wreck. But my nerves are now calm thanks to the three sticks of cigarettes, and a glass of wine I had for breakfast. Now I'm in the bath, my safe place, the only room in the house I know nobody could barge in. Not even Chase. Savor the moment, Caterina, my inner voice soothes. The last bath I'll have as a single woman. Just like the sleep I had last night was my last slumber as a Santelli. If you can call it sleep. I was tossing and turning the entire night, restless and frustrated that I cannot seem to find the right

My back slammed into the bookcase, breaking it and bringing down all of Kalama’s books on me, while Musi ended up flying into the corridor outside of Kalama’s apartment. * Author's note*: This chapter was a special request from a good friend and fellow author, Charlotte Townsend. I hope you all like this chapter. You can follow me on my Facebook page and Instagram account. FB link: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKindraWhite and Instagram link: https://www.instagram.com/kindrawhiteauthor/