Dante Rebellion Mga Nobela at Kwento

I demanded. He tilted his head, amusement flickering in his expression. "Oh, sweetheart," He set his glass down, rising to his full height. Slowly, deliberately, he closed the distance between us, stopping just close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him. "I am your father’s… what do we call this now? Business associate. I am Dante Moreau’s business associate and he betrayed me." “Then what does it have to do with me?” His fingers lifted, trailing lightly along my jaw.

"How are you feeling?" "Like I've been shot," Dante said dryly. "Report." Just like that, Dante the Don had replaced Dante the patient. Even from his hospital bed, his authority was evident. I retreated to the window as Salvatore detailed the current state of Dante's empire. The Ricci family had pulled back, but not before spreading rumors of Dante's death. Several territories were experiencing power struggles. Two of Dante's captains had already made moves to claim larger territories. "We need to show strength," Salvatore concluded. "Soon."

Dante had set the whole of Zestonia in uproar, rallying up rebellion and calling other humans to his cause. It was amazing to see so many humans come together. But it was terrifying to see them all under Dante’s control. He didn’t seek to free them. He wanted to use them, to draw attention to himself and he hoped that his uprising would spark more uprisings in other regions. It was diabolically clever and it’s what I would have done if I was Dante.

Dante descended the stairs. Hands visible. Non-threatening. Stepping between the rebels and his family. "I'm Dante Moretti. These are my children. My wife. We're here supporting the Ubuntu Foundation. Humanitarian work. Nothing political. Nothing threatening." The rebel leader studied him. Young. Maybe thirty. Battle-hardened. Suspicious. Dangerous. "Rich Europeans. Playing humanitarian. While my people starve. While foreign governments support corrupt leaders who steal our resources." "I understand your anger. Your frustration. The injustice. But we're not your enemy. We're trying to help. Supporting families. Children. People your revolution is supposed to protect."

With a single, explosive leap, Dante launched his massive frame through the wall of fire, carrying us out of the slaughterhouse lines and straight into the burning, chaotic heart of the Scrapper rebellion. The sovereign debt has broken the network, but the warships are firing blindly.

Still reeling in my anger, I pace the small space provided to wait before our entrance, anything to keep my hands busy and not tear away at the embellishments of my dress. “The was one of Dante’s biggest doubters.” “Huh?” I’m not sure what Luca’s talking about right now, and honestly, I don’t think I can process anything over the anger and embarrassment I feel from being openly ogled and put on display. “Mateo Ricci.” Luca continues, “Before Dante could solidify his position in the mafia community, Ricci and several other men did everything they could to keep the D’Angelo family out of power. Nothing was too low for them. They would steal, torture and murder Dante’s most trusted men to cut o

"Let him find out. I’m sick of the shadows, Elena. I’m sick of watching him touch your hand like you’re some holy relic. You’re mine. This child is mine. It’s the only thing in this blood-soaked house that actually belongs to me." "You don't understand," she cried, tears finally breaking through. "He loves me in his own way. Betrayal is the one thing he doesn't forgive. He’s the Don, Dante. Not just your father." "He’s an old man holding onto a ghost," Dante spat. He let go of her and walked over to a bench, picking up a towel. "If he tries to touch you, I’ll take the crown earlier than he planned. I’ve already got half the captains ready to flip. They want a leader who isn't afraid to bleed

While Dante had always hated the oppression meted out by his father to the people, he had always secretly saved a lot of people when he was sent on missions. Gabrielle was the blueprint of a Virelli but with a mission to fight against injustice. She was his sister. They were a team. They were going to change the legend of the Virelli name from woe and evil to a name of nobility. In a dim safehouse, Gabrielle sat by a cracked window, watching the city burn. She opened the manifesto, added a final line: “We begin again.” Behind her, Dante loaded weapons. Rebels whispered. Plans formed.

“I’ll make you regret it.” Reuben’s face twisted in fury, his eyes blazing as he spat, “You think you can just walk in here, throw your weight around, and leave? The elders won’t stand for this, Dante. They’ll have your head for going against their orders.” Dante’s laugh was dark, humorless. “Fuck the elders! and Fuck you! Let them try to come for me. They’ll soon realize who they’re dealing with.” Without another word, he turned on his heel, carrying me out of the cell as my friends followed closely behind. Casper and George hurried forward to help them, their eyes wide with relief.

My breath ceased, my eyes widening as I realized what Dante was really about to do. "So, I am giving us a free will to leave now." He announced. "Leave and save yourself, or stay and fight alongside me." Nobody said a word. Only Dante stood, looking at the faces of his "family", while waiting for their answers. And finally, the murmurs came again. "Fucking suicide, this is!" "We're all going to loose our heads." "Do you know El Diablo? He's a sick, twisted monster." "Ain't no way were winning against him and his army of assassins."