Dante Club Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

He didn't move closer and now he was so close to me that I could feel his breathe on me, but his voice stayed even. "I want to hire you at the club you came to that first night. The same one." I stared at him feeling the anger rise again fast. "What the hell?" I said my voice getting louder. "What kind of girl do you think I am exactly?" I felt my cheeks burn because the words sounded ridiculous even to me after what he saw me do that night. "You think I'm some kind of slut you can just hire? I'm not that type of person Damien." He stayed completely calm like my shouting didn't affect him at all. He crossed his arms and looked at me for a second before speaking.

“Will you be sad because of what he said?” “A little,” I said. “But not because he was right.” Nico answered at once. “He wasn’t right about anything.” A knock came before Matteo could take the booklet to Dante. Dante stood outside with his black shirt sleeves rolled to his forearms. His gaze moved over Pearl on the pillow, the cake on the nightstand, and the booklet in Matteo’s hand. “May I come in?” Livia hugged my knees. I patted her back. “Yes.”

I opened the first page. The Roma's are a very rich and influential people in the whole of italy, they are half America and half italian, there own the biggest Wine producing company here in italy and have more company's, the Roma's Only heir Dante Roma born on the 14 of December 1990 is the only surviving member of the family and is the CEO of over 7 big product company and industries, well known and influential. I paused. Dante is an orphan? He doesn't have a family, maybe that's why he's so mean. I bet he doesn’t knows what being a family guy is.

The oldest man in the group spoke. Dante walked towards the circle. “Kneel!”the old man said and Dante got on his knees, then the old man walked out of the circle, and the man holding the book came forward. The sacred text lay open in front of Dante — an ancient ledger bound in cracked leather. Its pages bore the ink of countless oaths, the names of those who had risen and fallen.. “Repeat after me,” the old man intoned, his voice a low rumble. For the first time, I saw Dante’s hands tremble. He was scared. He placed his hand on the ledger. The silver knife glinted, its blade etched with symbols—the head of a lion, which a dagger pierced through.

I kept my cool, though my anger simmered close to the surface. “I was careless,” Dante explained, almost pleading. “I didn't expect…” he trailed off. I raised my hair again, and he flinched. However I only tilted his chin back up to look at me. “Good. You recognize your mistake,” my thumb brushed his cheek, musing internally. He truly was beautiful. If only he could control his strange impulses to annoy me. “Now, tell me. Who is Marcel?” “He’s a colleague. An assassin,” Dante spoke, but his eyes betrayed a veiled emotion I could not read. My ire sparked once more, and I hummed low, almost a grunt.

“I’m not interested in women tonight, Roman.” He smirked. “Which is exactly why you need to come. You’ll drive yourself insane waiting for a text that might not come tonight or ever.” I gave him a disapproving look which made him smirk wider. Thirty minutes later, I was pulling on a black button-down and dark jeans, letting Roman drag me out of the prison of my own thoughts. Club Dante was alive with energy. Deep red lights pulsed with every bass drop, people moved like they were one heartbeat in different bodies, and the scent of perfume, alcohol, and desire clung thick to the air.

I guess a lot of unexpected things were bound to happen today. ***************** We made our way inside the extremely crowded club, the placing already pumping with heat and action. It was a Friday night, so I wasn't surprised. As we made our way through the crowd of bodies who were dancing and singing along to the music lyrics being displayed on the extremely large screen at the stage, Dante's hand snaked around my waist protectively. I turned to look at him, and I literally lost the ability to breathe for seconds. Damn, this man was freaking hot.

She doesn't even wait for me to get out before opening her door and standing tall, looking at the front of the club with curiosity. “You look disappointed.” She glances at me as if surprised I called her out for the emotion visible on her face and lifts a shoulder. “I expected more, I guess.” That seems like a reasonable enough response, and I know it in my head. Club Red may not look like much on the outside, but that is a dangerous stance to take because the club isn’t about what's going on at the facade, it's about what's happening within. “Always dangerous to judge a book by its cover.”

I called again, moving toward the door but I got no answer. This guy is not only a nerd, he is also weird and somehow crazy. I wonder how I was going to cope with him when I joined his book club. I grabbed my phone off the table and unlocked it. As the screen popped on, messages flooded in. Group chats messages , especially the ones I've muted for a while now. ‘Arian Smith, Orleans College Book Club President, Accused of Misusing Club Funds.’ I blinked, trying to wake myself from the dream. I scrolled down, read it again and it was still the same.

He looked between us, his sharp gaze assessing. “You look like hell,” he said to Luca. Luca huffed a humorless laugh. “Thanks.” Ethan’s expression darkened. “I just got word—Dante’s meeting with some of the old guard tonight. He’s trying to pull them onto his side.” My stomach twisted. Luca didn’t hesitate. “Where?” Ethan hesitated. “Luca—” “Where, Ethan?” Ethan sighed. “Club Royale.” Luca’s entire body went still.