Novel & Cerita Dante Booktok

"I know! That's why we're going to the heart!" They reached the ground floor. The library was a wreck, the books charred and scattered. Dante didn't stop. He dived through the smoke, his lungs burning, his eyes fixed on the heavy steel door at the end of the hall. The high-security bunker. The Butcher’s Wall. "Dante, stop!" Bianca clawed at his arm. "The door is already open!" Dante skidded to a halt, his boots sliding on the blood-slicked mahogany.

Dante’s face came into focus—smudged with dust, eyes wild with fear and determination. “You okay?” Dante whispered. Aiden nodded weakly. “Dante… you could’ve been crushed.” “Worth it,” Dante breathed, brushing his thumb across Aiden’s cheek. “I’m not losing you. Not here. Not ever.” Aiden leaned forward, forehead touching Dante’s. The canyon trembled faintly once more… then fell still. Aiden whispered, “The storm is dying. It burned itself out.” Dante closed his eyes in relief. “Good. Because that was hell.”

He might kick me out and I would just die. “This is amazing,” I managed to whisper, still breathless at the sight. “You like it?” “Like it?” My amazement hung in my voice, and I spun on my heels to face Dante, who was leaning at the door. “Are you kidding me? I am in love with it. It’s like heaven on earth.” The corner of Dante’s lips twitched. “The best part is that more than half of the books are horror, thriller and paranormal.” “No fricken way!” My jaw dropped, and I held back the girlie squeal that hung in my throat. And I thought this place couldn’t get any better.

Belle tilted her head. “It is a book with a very inky cover. It appeared ominous but Rachel loved to read the book. She had read it for all I can remember. I never knew what was written in it. I’m sorry,” Dante stopped to wiped his tears as he talked. “When you spoke about poem that was all that comes in my mind.” Belle saw that Dante was in dire need of time to be alone. She thanked the man for the information she received before retiring back to her home. She continued to think about Dante’s mention of her sister even after she had rested in her room.

She swallowed hard, her legs instinctively crossing. His tone was ice-cold. Ruthless. Certain. Alessia trembled. She knew—deep down—Dante meant every. Single. Word. He was not ready to let go, and he won't no matter what. She forced a shaky laugh. “The past is the past, Dante. so move the fuck on.” ---

He slips his hand into my giving a reassuring squeeze. I let out a light breath, "Thank you for your consideration." "Now then we should get to discussing what is next," Nathalia says. I watch as Alec stands from her seat pulling out a map she spreads it into the table. Alec places makers on the map where my horde and the Horde of Fates is located.

Sometimes I fear that I might be a ticking time bomb. "To Your son we pray, Amen," Gian finally finished, letting go of both our hands. I, however, did not let go of her hand. I ran my thumb in small circles on the back of her palm. When she felt the electricity run through her, she withdrew it with a harsh pull. I chuckled to myself. But then my smile disappeared when she reached for the wine bottle, poured herself a glass full before drinking it halfway. She eyes me. There's lust in her eyes, and annoyance. She's fucking challenging me. With what? Seeing who's getting drunk first? 'Cause it’s not going to be her. I gave her a small nod, before reaching for the peas. Dannatamente bella. Dam

I couldn’t wait to dive into every single one of them. A clear picture of me in my playroom sipping a bottle of wine while a movie I no longer cared for played in the background as I devoured one of the books played in my mind's eye; however, when I looked up, it was a pair of black orbs staring back at me. “I hope you enjoy your books.” It was a very simple statement, but when it came from Dante, it was enough to make something as mundane as reading feel like detonating a bomb. He had given me exactly what I wanted on two counts; I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something on the other side.

As I fingered through the book, with no title, words began to glow and singed onto the worn parchment like magic. Inanna had stirred and I could feel the Lycan blood in me shift, each drop moving and flowing like lava through my veins and my eyes lit up like beacons absorbing the words from the page. It startled me and I dropped the book to the floor. As the thud of the heavy leather hit the floor and echoed throughout the endless room, books started flying off the shelves, pages fluttering towards me in a whirl of turbulence, surrounding me like a twister.

“This is your last warning to speak –“ Britney and I , watch in absolute horror as a small wave of some sort emits from her hands which begins to float towards us. Andrew is the first to come into contact with it , and this making him fall to the fall with a heavy thud. I rise from my bed , watching as Britney also fall unconscious by it’s touch – my sudden movement earns me a growl from the wolf. I start backing away , trying my hardest to not end up like either of the unconscious people around me. My back hits against the cave wall , I am trapped. The wave reaches me , immediately I am engulfed in the most peaceful and warmest feeling ever – like cuddling up with your parents on a cold nig