Novel & Cerita Dante Inferno Book Summary

Dante POV I stared at her beautiful face and did my best to combat the rage burning in my blood. I was an orphan because of Isabella family. I had everything stripped from me. I was punished for a crime that occurred when I wasn’t even alive. It didn’t matter how attracted I was to this woman. The lines between us couldn’t be blurred. She was my enemy. She would always be my enemy. “Nothing.” When we had dinner together she must have known I was in a bad mood because she didn’t make conversation.

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

He can't really say that would be coming anytime soon, but he knew this will be happening soon. Alpha Dante has come to an agreement of getting this fucking certificate from Ruby's room by night today. Alpha Fernandez always seemed to be unprepared. And his worst time at fighting, had always been night. He thinks foe and woes fly by night. He has know about the story of the three beast of the underworld who has never been seen but have been felt by all nature. Love. Death. And. Life. He thinks all this can happen at all time, but one has to leave before others can come in.

The man’s body went limp, his head hanging forward, a hole in his skull. Dante stood up slowly, his chest rising and falling. He looked down at the lifeless body, then turned away. He wiped his hands on a cloth and walked out of the dungeon without a second glance. His anger was still there. The man was dead, but the fire in his chest remained. Because Sophia was still ignoring him.

"Oh, Dante, you have no idea what you're up against. You think the title of mayor grants you invincibility? Allow me to shatter that illusion." Dirk's pent-up rage exploded like a raging inferno, consuming any remnants of mercy or restraint. He launched himself at Dante, his walking cane transformed into a weapon of vengeance. Each strike landed with bone-crushing force, shattering Dante's body and spirit. The room reverberated with the sickening sound of bones breaking and flesh tearing as Dirk's men stood guard, ensuring no one interfered.

But my triumph was short-lived, as he spun me around and pinned me against the wall, his body trapping mine. "You're playing with fire, little one," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Don't think you can tease me and get away with it." I felt a shiver run down my spine as his lips trailed down my neck, sending sparks flying through my body. I realized, too late, that I had underestimated Dante di Benedetto. He wasn't just a man without emotions; he was a man with a hidden depth, a man who could ignite a fire within me with just one touch.

The thought of Almira leaving him for a mere human left his blood boiling. *** Dante was lost in the book he was reading. He flipped from page to page, eyes running through the words with anticipation. Kitanna on the other hand was anything but a reader. Her eyes begged not to see another word, heavy with sleep and boredom. Slamming the book shut in exhaustion, Kitanna looked up to persuade Dante to leave, but when she was how sucked in he was in the book he was reading, the words died in her throat.

Slowly and painfully. Dante made his way out of the torture room, he saw his brother approaching. "You can have the second one," Vincenzo smirked and nodded at his brother before continuing to move in. He entered the room and was pleased with the sight in front of him. Horror marked their faces. What a great feeling and satisfaction it brought to him. He saw that one of them was barely alive with more than half of his body burned with acid.

Dante and Reggie had entered, Dante carrying a thick black book while Reggie laughed, patting him on the back. “We’re in the kingdom of Hell. Is there anywhere not creepy here?” Reggie joked. “Did you bring it?” Elyse snapped impatiently, ignoring the humor. Dante quickly handed over the book, and Elyse took it, flipping through the pages eagerly. “What are they doing here?” I asked, still frowning. “Apparently we are summoning a ghost. Another man to torment us for laughing with their girl.“ Reggie muttered, rolling his eyes. “Is that wise?“ Elle asked, nerves evident in her tone. “Yes. The more of us, the better.” Elyse insisted as she found the right page in the book.

His voice was calm. I nodded, I frantically stared at this huge man. Mixed emotions and a little amount of knowledge, hurting feets and I was tired of everything happening in my life right now. “You should go to your room and get ready for dinner.” I nodded and turned swiftly before taking long strides out of the garden. Dante is a mad man. What the hell is wrong with him, how could he switch from being emotional to being sarcastic then being all supportive and emotional. How would he not have found his wife, why would her own father think she was dead? Why will her own father want to give his empire to his nephew, what was good on with this two families