Dante Reyes Novels & Stories

She had anticipated encountering a figure resembling a stereotypical tough guy—rough, scarred, clad in baggy clothes, perhaps with a backward-worn baseball cap. However, what she saw defied her expectations. Before her sat a tall, drop-dead gorgeous individual with mesmerizing light green eyes. His features were striking, boasting a firm chin, broad shoulders, and toned abs. Clad in dark fitted jeans and an equally dark short-sleeve shirt that revealed a tattoo of a butterfly, he exuded an aura of attractiveness that was undeniable. Boma couldn't help but notice the dark slip-ons adorning his feet, each aspect of his attire contributing to an overall impression of darkness. His expression wa

I walk closer to him and take his hands into mine. "Look at me Dante. You are not your father. You are Dante Angelis,U.S.A most feared and Admired business man and the father of Ireal Angelis. You wouldn't know that if you don't try. She needs your love,you can't stay in the past forever,you need to move on. You need to rewrite your own story,for your child, your princess. Please Dante come back to us,I'll be with you every step away" I tell him.

This is just a challenge, I can get through this. I can get through Mister Kiel Alexandro Ramirez.

Looking at my watch, there was still another forty-five minutes until we traded off in the kitchen. Liam opened the door five minutes later, hand-in-hand with a tall man. He had short blond hair and his eyes were an electric blue. He was very handsome, and I held out my hand. Smiling, he took my hand. “Alpha Desmond, it’s good to finally meet you.” “Dillard Young, it’s lovely to meet you as well. I told my son he should have brought you over sooner.” Liam cleared his throat. “Dad, come on.”

He breathes heavily and opens his phone to check his I*******m. Angelito opens his DM and realizes Denver replied on his message.

I'm sure I like him but let's just wait and see where this will take us. I just can't believe that I, Carmela Thompson is dating Cyrus Steele!

- I asked my father, never letting go of Angel's hand. My father's widened eyes looked down at our joined hands. Angel immediately pulled his hand away. I gave him a sad look. - The handwriting's not from Brady. Furthermore, it is signed “J.”. – My father says. - So who's that "J."? – I asked, confused. My dad and I look at Angel, but he has no idea.

he dropped his hands and tried to get up. "On your knees!" Vini shouted, and I gestured for him to calm down. "Do you know who I am?" I asked. The man looked familiar, like I had seen him somewhere, although I couldn't place him. "Of course, I know who you are. You are Dominic Montego, the Don of the Montego empire." "And you are?" Clearly, the man knew all about me while I knew nothing about him. His knowledge of me had me curious. "I didn't know that my fame had reached far and wide." I looked around the deserted landscape.

If he wasn't, he would've been shot on the spot moments ago but I couldn't deny that I was irrational when it comes to Sofia because I am. "You're going to cause war with the Scar bloods over a girl, you're the fucking Ace Hernandez, leader of the Reapers, start acting like it" Dante shoved me. I sharply turned my stare to him. I grabbed his arm roughly. "You want to see cruel Dante?" I hissed at him. I grabbed his arm and forced it into my knee, snapping his elbow. I earned a scream from Dante as he dropped to the floor. "You want to see me ignorant Dante?!" I shouted as I held him up by his shirt collard before kicking him on the ground. Dante groaned, coughing uncontrollably from my kick.

He smiled in her direction. “The name’s Rosaura.” She glowered at him. “Whatever." He said dismissively then looked at Ellie. "You must be...Elyon Sandoval right?”. “You are?”. She arched a brow. “Forgive my manners". Dante cleared his throat. "My name is Dante Silvestro.” “I have not seen you before nor have I heard of you...what business could I possibly have had with you for you to kidnap me?”. She questioned.