Dante Reyes Novels & Stories

I couldn’t choose between these songs, so I’ll leave it up to you! Romanza ~ Andres Madriaga Say It Ain’t So ~ Weezer My Heart Hurts ~ Atlus, Lexnor Donny didn’t understand the implications of Shane’s words. How could he? I’d never met a man like him. There was no one else like him. Donny also didn’t understand his death was inevitable if he continued to see me, but I did. This was all my fault. Donny was dead because of me. This wouldn’t have happened if I’d just been firm and told him no, but even then, I knew that was an excuse. It was normal to have friends, and even if I belonged to Shane, I could still have a life outside of him. There was no need to kill him. Donny didn’t deserve to d

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

Confident. The studio door opened, and Dante Reyes walked in. Sophia's breath caught. She'd seen his photo on the website, but it hadn't done him justice. Thirty-three, with the kind of body that came from years of dance....lean muscle, perfect posture, movement that looked effortless. Dark hair, sharp cheekbones, and eyes so intense they seemed to see right through her carefully constructed confidence. "Sophia?" His voice was accented, smooth as whiskey. "I'm Dante. Ready for your first lesson?"

MICHAEL'S POV. I sat quietly on the couch shaking the glass of wine in my hand, my mind still clouded with guilt. I still couldn't believe Allen talked me into this evil act, it wasn't because I was righteous, I was the complete opposite. My name was Micheal but I was known among the billionaires as “The drug devil”. I was a drug dealer, one that you shouldn't mess with…one that valued money more than family. I was someone who sent shivers through people's spine, there was no single person that crossed me and never lived.

"These were taken from a high vantage point." "I climbed a few trees to avoid being seen." "Your commitment is impressive." "Thanks, sir." He points to a photo where Dale is shaking hands with another man. "I'm not sure who that is yet, but there's a tattoo on his hand. A 'M' crossed out. I believe Dale works for him, and they're after whatever secret Hera knows." My blood turns cold as I look at the tattoo. "That can't be right," I murmur. It must be a mistake. It can't be him."

Dante was at the head, Kade and two senior allies sat on one side and Lena across from them. I smiled briefly because I loved when it when she was very close to me but I wasn't fully happy because I had tried to talk her out of it about three different times but her mouth was always sharp that I lost every time. The sixth person was Reyes. Marcus Reyes was from an Allied pack in the western territory. He was sharp enough to be useful and relaxed enough to be dangerous in rooms like this one. He pulled out the chair beside Lena before anyone else reached it and sat down with a half-smile like the whole morning was already working out in his favour.

His baritone voice snapped her back to reality. She shook his hand, professionalism is ever so present. Unlike the internet which was already losing its mind as well as the composure. "I'm Adrian Reyes." He brings her hand to his lips with a polite greeting kiss on the back of it. "And apparently people think I look like your husband." The crowd laughed. Cinthye almost did, good thing she held herself back otherwise she will deal with a sulking husband later. Because somewhere, in the shadows Damien's predatory eyes lasered it's way on her head. She could practically feel Damien's irritation.

he murmured, climbing in beside me. As the convoy pulled away, tires crunching gravel, he pulled out his phone. "Doctor Reyes, be on standby at the mansion. Alessia's hurt, but stable." He hung up, turning to me, his hand enveloping mine. Tears streamed down my face again, not from fear, but from the overwhelming rush of it all. Dante had come. He'd burned empires for me. And in his arms, for the first time in days, I felt like I could breathe.

Just as he was about to kiss me again, I halted him and looked at his phone. "Why don't you answer the call?" I asked, and he averted his gaze, avoiding eye contact. I couldn't help but wonder who had called him to provoke such a reaction. Curiosity got the better of me, and I picked up his phone, discovering the name "Drake" displayed on the screen. "Who is Drake?" I inquired, and he simply stared at me, his voice filled with anger. "He's a long-time friend, a betrayer. I've told him never to call me, and I don't feel like answering his call."

He winked at me before walking down the stairs and rushing toward his car as I looked at the glass of orange juice and pushing it aside. “Rough night?” A man asked from beside me. I raised an eyebrow and turned to look at him, watching as he smiled. His hand had a phoenix tattoo, and judging by his scent, I could tell that the man was an Alpha. “And you’re choosing to forget about it by drinking orange juice?” “I don’t drink alcohol.” I said, and he chuckled before nodding at my stomach. “I can tell, your child’s heartbeat beats you to that.” He said, and I laughed. He extended his hand to me, and I raised an amused eyebrow. “Malakai, but friends call me Kai.”