Dante Reyes Novels & Stories

Tyler Location: Alpha Blake's office Wesley sat on the chair prompt in front of the desk. Blake sat on his chair, Harou sat on the desk corner with one leg resting on the desk, the other steady on the floor. Damian, leader of the primord vampires, sat in the sitting area on the right side of the desk. I paced back and forth on the new wooden floor. Pensive, my arms crossed behind my back.

What was Kyle getting on? “Do you know this person?” Ryu asked. I stared at his eyes, which were glowing red, his teeth gritting and ready to tear my limbs apart if I had the slightest connection. Falling apart at this point meant giving everything up. That would make my whole life a lie, and that wasn’t an option. “I don’t know him, but I can tell he isn’t the one.” “What do you mean he isn’t the one?” Kyle growled. “He doesn’t have a cut mark on his right hand.” I said, “Alpha Ryu cut his right hand open during the fight, but his hand was cut on the left.”

A man like Xander usually fights until the bitter end and he doesn’t like not winning. Dante stops rubbing my back and pulls out his mobile from his pants. It looks like he is scrolling. “Hi Xander, Dante here. I’m doing a search on a Drake Edwards right now and I’ll forward the name on to my team.” His voice is stern and in command.

“But it seems to me that she is carrying an Alpha blood.” “You…” “Alpha Dante D’Angelo, my mate, Valerie Morozov.” He said, looking down at me. “Put the knife down, Valerie. You are going to end up hurting more than just yourself with these stupid reflexes that you’re having…”

Dante leaned against the counter, his demeanor cool and collected, "I'm looking for someone. A woman by the name of Raven," Dante's voice was a deep and resonant baritone, commanding attention with its rich tone. It carried a hint of weariness, a testament to the burdens he has shouldered and the battles he has fought. Every word that emerges from his lips is delivered with a layer of grit and determination as if honed by years of pain and survival.

HE IS WAY OUT OF MY LEAGUE! I don’t remember much from our bar date. Like, I remember that he was THE MOST BEAUTIFUL man that I’ve ever seen and that I couldn’t stop complaining about my life and sister. Then when he texted me to remind me he is coming here, wrote his name and I googled it, I kind of almost choked. My fake date is Dante Evans. And who the hell is Dante Evans, you might ask? Ha. He is an actor. Like, the guy is a super popular actor who plays superheroes in movies. He is rich. Handsome. Funny and did I mention his abs?

"Or we can take the back seat and negotiate terms with this new player. What is his name?" "Dante Gustavo, his mother was the youngest daughter of the Ramirez gang and I won't take the back seat ever. We stay on top or we take the whole fucking world down with us." "Before we dig a hole we can't get out of let me talk to this Dante and see what we can work out." My father studied my face. He barely looked at me since I walked through his door. He was rattled and even though I was doing a happy dance inside he was scared he might lose everything I had to keep calm, cold, and cut off all emotions.

And a second later, Leon's head was lying on the table, he had passed out from drinking too much. Diana quickly raised Alpha Darren's hand in the air. Then Canis started clapping. “Congratulations Alpha Darren, you won! You will get a special prize from Leon!” Everyone clapped including Diana. Diana looked at Cartis, "good job. Thank you.”

He kept looking at his watch, annoyed until he us. I took that as my cue to leave the car and walk to him. He eyes me up and down and licked his lips before offereing his hand. I put my hand in his and he brought it to his mouth, kissing the back of it. He then smiled at me, showcasing his yellowing teeth. “When they said my date was beautiful, I didn’t imagine she was this pretty. You are very gorgeous.” “Thank you, sir.” “Call me Alonzo. The girls also call me daddy.” He remarked with an ugly laugh that turned into a heavy cough. I looked away in fear that some of his saliva would fall on my face.