Dante Rebellion Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Where is the road that leads to the North Region “ “What do you mean, what do you want to do “ “I need to avenge my mate” “Do you think it's going to be that easy , werewolves who are loyal to him with their lives are in there patrolling, once they sense any danger to his life you would be shredded into pieces “ “Don't worry about that,I have been gathering a whole entorage for this, that wolf must die “ “Still you need to plan this carefully “Dante said. “Can I ask you a question “ He nodded “Why did you come unto my mate like that “

Dante looked around and locked eyes with some of the men who were most loyal to him, "I can see that the biggest traitor in this room, Cole, wants to create a new group out of this brotherhood. So, I suggest that we share the Syndicate. Those who still want to walk by my side as one of the most ruthless mob bosses to exist, you can raise your hand above your head." After saying that, Laila stood and Dante waited, watching us all for a reaction. When no one seemed to be budging, Laila sat back down and glared at me with puffy eyes. I held back a smirk. Dante finally, finally decided to drop his pride and say, "Just spare my life, and my daughter's. You can demote me. I do not mind demotion, b

“Repeat after me. I pledge my life to the cause of freedom, to protect the weak, and to fight against the tyranny of the crown.” “I pledge my life to the cause of freedom, to protect the weak, and to fight against the tyranny of the crown.” I repeated the words, feeling each one resonate within me. After we had walked for a few more minutes, the trees began to thin, and the path started to widen. I could see the outlines of small structures in the distance, and my heart skipped a beat as I realized where we were headed. The redhead turned to me, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she spoke. “Welcome to the rebellion.”

"He didn't just stumble onto Arthur's identity. He planned the whole thing. He took the brother to force Arthur to steal the codes, knowing he could use the boy's real name to destroy me in front of the captains." "Exactly," Bella said, slamming the ledger shut. "Dante has been playing both sides from the start. He killed the father, he used the son, and now he's sitting downstairs in the holding cells waiting for the noon meeting so he can take your crown. Arthur didn't want to ruin you, Andreas. He was trapped in a meat grinder that Dante built five years ago."

"I'm fine." "You're really not." Chelsea's expression softened. "Look, I don't know who D is or what's going on, but maybe you should just accept that someone wants to do something nice for you. You're allowed to receive gifts without it being some huge thing. Do not let Marcus make you see things in a bad way." Except it was a huge thing. Because Dante Moretti didn't do anything without intention, without expecting something in return. This wasn't kindness. This was a power play.

He sat at the table, calm, composed, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Marco noticed the bandage immediately. “You got hit,” he said. “A scratch,” Dante replied. Luca’s expression hardened. “Tell us.” Dante leaned back slightly. “Someone tried to stop me on my way home. Four men. Masks. No identifiers.” Marco frowned. “Any idea who sent them?” Dante didn’t answer immediately. “I have a name,” he said finally. Luca exchanged a look with Marco. “Say it.” “Mark.” Marco scoffed. “The politician?”

Where are you? Then she saw a blur of movement up ahead. Hiding behind a thick tree, she watched what was going on. And there, in a small clearing, was Daniel standing and talking with Kael-the rogue leader of the Dark Moon pack. Sophia's stomach was roiling with anxiety at every word that fell. You sure this will work?" Daniel asked, low. "I don't want to hurt Sophia." Kael laughed, the cruel sound running chills down Sophia's spine. "We'll crush the Rivers pack with your help. They'll never see it coming."

“troe ego ludey priblizhayutsya.” Dante’s voice jolted me out of my fury and I turned to him. “Take care of them,” I nodded at him. He didn't waste any time in leaving, shutting the door of the study behind him. Then, I turned to Antonio, who now had an unmistakable dark patch on the front of his pants. “Fucking coward. Your so-called ally has left you to die at my hand. What did you give him? Blueprints? Men? Weapons?” I demanded.

“Simple dress. Bold choice.” “It’s her choice,” Dante said, calm, and something in his voice made Moretti’s smile slip. “Of course,” Moretti said quickly. “Enjoy the evening.” He walked away and Dante’s hand stayed at my back for one second longer than it needed to before he dropped it. “Who was that?” I asked quietly. “A man who lost two warehouses and a shipping contract to me last year,” Dante said. “He won’t try anything tonight. He’s not stupid.”

Was this really happening? “I…I don’t know what to say.” Dante was harsh, cruel, and lethal. He still vowed that he wanted to kill me and get the revenge he deserved. He wasn’t kind to me most of the time, and he treated me like a slave rather than a person. But then he did something incredibly thoughtful and generous. It didn’t make any sense. “I really don’t know what to say.”