Dante Club Book Novels & Stories

So that was how we ended up at The Brew & Verse, a dimly lit campus café with mismatched chairs, exposed brick walls, and a tiny stage where a girl with purple hair was currently reading something about “the liminal space between desire and disappointment.” Dante was in a black hoodie and jeans, boot-free for the first time in weeks, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else—but he was here. Beside me. Knee pressed against mine under the tiny round table. My friends arrived in waves: Mara (dramatic gestures, always in scarves), Theo (quiet, always sketching in the margins of his books), and Priya (the one who actually understood meter and never let anyone forget it). They froze when they saw

It's strange, having his arm so tightly around me, and it doesn't help my lightheadedness. My eyes skim past Roman's arms back to Dante and his two companions. Neither of the other men is anyone famous - at least as far as I can tell from here. They look like ordinary guys. One of them, like Dante, has his laptop out on the table, and the other has a notebook. Maybe going over Dante's latest script. Or making changes for Cataclysm: Earth - which Dante penned himself. Not that it really matters why they're here. It's not like I can just waltz up and start asking questions about it.

He’d make it real. My gaze drifted back to the book on the table. The cover featured a stunning woman, her face etched in soft shadows and elegant highlights. The title was scribbled across the top in golden, regal font. And as I stared at it, a memory surfaced. A command, spoken low and firm by Dante, one that still echoed through my thoughts: “When you want to come, you come to me.”

He looked at Elian. "I came back," he said. It was not a complicated sentence. It was simply the true one. "Yes," Elian said. "Not the same," Dante said. "Not the same person. But to the same place." "The pattern completes," Elian said quietly. "Yes," Dante said. Elian looked at the book in Dante's hands. "Buy it," he said. "It's a children's book," Dante said. "Buy it," Elian said. Dante looked at it. He looked at Elian.

Dante's pov Dante stands frozen in the doorway his eyes locked on a scene that makes his blood boil so hot he feels like he might explode. Right there in the center of the Persian rug, his brother Lorenzo has his hands all over Danika. Not just a polite touch, but a possessive, filthy grip. Lorenzo’s large hand is cupping Danika’s ass, his fingers digging deep into the soft flesh through her dress, pulling her hips flush against his own. Dante can see the way Lorenzo’s thumb is rubbing dangerously close to the crease of her thigh, a motion that screams intimacy and ownership.

This was… something else. The deeper we stepped inside the building the more I saw things that shook me. Half-naked women were draped over velvet couches, with men shoving their hands between their thighs while some stuck objects between them. The sound of moans grew louder like it was the most natural thing in the world. My jaw dropped before I could stop it. “What the hell is this place?” I whispered, clutching my clutch like it could shield me. “The club of pleasure,” Dante said simply, his hand brushing the small of my back, steering me deeper. “People come here to feel alive.”

I lied. Again. We entered together, Dante's hand on the small of my back. Possessive. Protective. Presenting a united front. The club's interior was exactly what I expected all dark wood and leather, old money and older secrets. Men in expensive suits clustered in groups, drinks in hand, conversations pausing as we entered. Evaluating. Judging. Deciding if I was worth their time. "Dante." An older man approached, hand extended. Antonio Battaglia. I recognized him from the photos. "Good to see you."

Dante suggested we go to a club, I'm human but I'm eighteen, Elise and Dante are both vampires and above one hundred years old so we're not breaking any rules. We go to a club owned by the Vitale, Dante says it's for our safety but Elise and I agreed he wanted to show us off. After we went and got ready I totally agreed, Elise was wearing a short leather red dress with killer heels, her hair was up and her makeup was simple but amplifying her beauty. Dante was in an all-black suit while I had some black jeans with a black button-up shirt. When Dante saw Elise coming he gave her a kiss on the lips telling her how beautiful she is, then he turned to me dragged me close to him and kissed me too

I gave him a one-armed hug and set off to find my firecracker of a mate. AUTHOR’S NOTE: Book Two in this series is titled “Fated Soul – Fated Light” and follows the newly inducted Alpha Dante and his mate Ziyah. Dante was my favorite character to write because there was so much depth that we were not really able to adequately explore. That was what led to Book Two following him. The book is currently up, so make sure you check it out! – Book Three will follow Elle, Kade, Dante, and Ziyah as they step into their roles with Elle and Kade’s destiny. It will focus on setting up the Supernatural Council. There are many threats that they have to uncover before everything implodes with them as the

Dante was the exiled son of the Marchetti empire, yet he commanded his territory within the Famiglia. "Marchetti!" Marcus whimpered, sweat erupting on his forehead as tears mixed with his greasy skin. "She—she’s just a club girl! A piece of trash! Please…" "She is a VIP guest in my house," Dante corrected softly. The dangerous calmness in his tone was worse than shouting. A vein throbbed in his rigid jaw. "And you are officially banned from stepping foot in my club. Get him out of my sight before I paint the walls with his teeth."