Dante Club Book Novels & Stories

I cleared my throat, and wrapping my arm around Aurora, I smiled at the woman. “I am Dante D’Angelo” I said introducing myself. “Natalie Brooke” she said, nodding at me. I looked down at Aurora and kissed her temple, smirking when I caught sight of the woman who had her eyes on us. “I’ll be leaving you alone with the ladies, yeah?” I whispered to her, noticing that a few women were approaching. “Alright, just try staying away from trouble, okay?” She asked, looking me in the eye. I nodded and motioned for Leonardo to come and follow me, and understanding where I was going, Leonardo gulped down his scotch before walking toward the lounge where our fathers were sitting.

she replied matter-of-factly. Although he was angered by her actions, he said nothing. He’d had enough fighting for the day. “Just before she met ya, she read from the book and brought forth the dark side. It ripped up the place, but her spirits helped hold it back. Thanks for that.” she heaved a sigh. “It must have got loose anyway. It’s mighty strong, stronger than I thought in the beginning and it wants her. Not only does it want her, it wants this place. He tried to move in with her. He was pushing for marriage. Her brother would have none of it and they had a wicked fight. Dennis is at my place now. A demon creature attacked him. I think those creatures are connected to the demon m

Daphnée looked back out the window and said, “By Sunday night, I want a presentation done about who I need to know.” “Yes,” they both answered and were looking forward to this. * It was three p.m and Dante showed up at the club with Raffael and his other bodyguards. He climbed out of the car and looked around, and saw two cleaning company vans parked outside. “Let’s go,” he ordered, and they walked towards the door, but it was closed. Raffael contacted Alessandro, and he rushed to the door to open it for them. When Dante saw Alessandro, he was suddenly angry again.

Sharper. “Watch your mouth,” Dante said softly. Deadly. The man chuckled, but it wavered under Dante’s gaze. “Relax. Just a compliment.” Dante leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper. “One more word, and you won’t leave this club with teeth to drink through.” The man paled, muttered something unintelligible, and stumbled away. Dante sat back down as though nothing happened, his arm once again draping behind Amara. “Apologies,” he said smoothly, as if they’d just discussed the weather. “Rudeness irritates me.”

He had fought three men and won, but the ache in his chest remained. Julian watched from the balcony. "You’re restless," he said. "I’m ready," Dante replied. Julian tossed him a folder. "Then prove it. There’s a meeting tonight. The old council. They want to see you." Dante opened the folder. Names, locations, threats. And at the bottom—Gabrielle’s name again. "She’s not part of this," he growled. Julian’s smile was thin. "She’s part of everything." Dante arrived at the catacombs beneath the city. The council members sat in a circle, their faces half-hidden by candlelight.

Mireille asked and heard Dante take a deep breath. "The only way you can be quite free is to visit my own club" "You have a club??" Mireille asked, surprised. "It's a quite lucrative business. Well, if you choose to go there, I will simply have one of my men drop you both off and then you can be free inside" Dante replied. It was obvious he had absolute control of the club and would still be able to watch over her if she was in his club. "Alright. Fine! I will go to your club, Dante Romano"

The Club: An Open Proclamation The club was full. Bass is loud. dim illumination. The air curled with the smell of cigarette smoke and pricey liquor. This club was not your typical one. Dante owned this. And this evening? Something was different. Because Dante was not going to hide it tonight. He walked next to me, his firm but gentle hand hovering at the small of my back as he led me through the crowd. possessive. His men noticed. Matteo smirked, as if he had been waiting for this, but he raised an eyebrow.

Marcello's eyes narrowed into slits, and he stomped his cane on the floor loudly. “You are overstepping your boundaries, child.” “Is she?” Jose stepped forward, opening the portfolio. He held up the Saint Luca. “Because this book says otherwise.” In the periphery of my vision, I saw Dante move. He wasn't looking at the book, like everyone else was. He was looking at his watch. Suddenly, I recalled my vision from the elevator. “Five minutes,” I whispered. “Luciano,” I whispered, tugging lightly on his sleeve. He leaned in to me. “I think Dante is about to blow this place up,” I whispered in his ear.

He looks at me. “That was today with Zane, but he ran after I tried.” “I ran because you made me break the damn rules.” He laughs slightly. “Next up to auction off for Children First Society is Emmi’s Club.” I turn, hearing the auctioneer speak, and Dante laughs. “What is that?” I stare at Dante. “It’s a woman’s only fight club. I set it up this week. You might want to fight for it. Don’t you lose it, sugar, or your ass will be worse.” He winks at me.

Dante's POV The music blared loudly in my ears; the club was wide awake tonight. I took another shot the burning sensation of alcohol went straight to my head. “Woah, what's happening tonight? You seem very on edge.” Kyle, my best friend said. Honestly, he was right, since I met that temptress River of a woman. I haven't been stable since. “Mind your business, Kyle.” Someone grabbed my arm, I felt her sharp nails jarring into my flesh and I nearly winced in surprise. “Hi baby, I didn't know you'd be in the club tonight.”