Dante Reyes Novels & Stories

If it was in the past, he was cool with having Reese at their family dinner to the point of listening to her stories back abroad, but now everything was different. “Don’t say that, son. Reese is like a daughter to me. Her family and ours go way back—business partners and dear friends.” Dante stood abruptly and walked out of the dining room. He stepped onto the balcony to get some air, trying to escape the forced warmth and his mother’s meddling. As he stood there, hands gripping the railing, his phone buzzed. It was a message from an unknown number, someone he hadn’t heard from in years. He opened the message:

Will Dante help me? ******************************************

Damien was In Front of his dressing mirror, buttoning up his shirt. He was getting ready for the battle and he was no doubt scared as hell. He was going to be meeting Ariel , he was going to be fighting his mate, it was going to be like tearing a piece of his soul. He just prayed and hoped that he wouldn't come face to face with her at all throughout the entire battle. As he raised his head up he saw Alex standing In Front of his door staring at him.

And it was one that he was going to have to pay for. “The two of us know that there isn’t much time left for me, Diego.” He said, and I closed my eyes, controlling my own tears as I saw the man’s wounds. One of the bullets had pierced his chest and cleanly came out of his back. The pool of blood that was under him made me surprised at the fact that he was still awake to begin with. “Don’t you dare fucking say that, do you understand me? The two of us are going to fight, we are going to kill that bastard, and we will…”

He leaned against the door, folding his arms as he stood in their path. "Hey ladies...". His husky tone of a voice was a mix of his deep Mexican accent. One could tell that he's Mexican not only because of his voice but his brown skin. Despite that, he was looking totally hot in that position, making the girl gulp down their own saliva nervously. "I'm Dante Alessio". He introduced while stretching his hand forth for a handshake.

He pats my back before hugging Kataleya, and then shaking hands with Jose before meeting Kiara. Then I come face to face with the overgrown cabrón that the djinn was so interested in. He’s near 7 feet tall, but his aura feels even bigger. A pair of shades cover his eyes, that I know are molten red. Dante Rossi, the very kid I once tried to kill. And he stared death in the face without a care, that or he knew I wouldn’t do it. His words from back then replay in my mind…

I didn’t know evil people smiled too. “What can I say? Red suits me well. You look dashing yourself” “Looks like Tuxes are my thing” He was wearing a very expensive Tuxedo. “Very much” “My name is Dante” “It suits you well, I’m Rayna.” “Beautiful name, but doesn’t sound Mexican” “The only thing about me that seems Mexican is my face” “So where are you from? “Why, wanna meet my dad?” I teased. “You’re interesting, come dance with me”

"If I wanted to bring the hammer down on this place, I wouldn't have come through the front door." Dante stepped into the light, his presence dominating the space. He didn't look like the man who had just held me in the dark; he looked like the Alpha of the Silvercrest, his gaze cold and demanding. "Where have you been, Reyes? You vanished while we were digging through the rubble of your own investigation." "I was doing the job you wouldn't," Reyes countered, his eyes flicking to me, then back to Dante. "I was talking to Imara Vale. I was trying to make sense of the gaps in the records, the things that don't add up in the official reports."

“When Mrs. Rodriguez left this pack, everything came to light, and Alpha Sanders took me back inside the pack. I have been working as his junior assistant secretary since then, when he transferred me here, Miss. Abel.” “This Mrs. Rodriguez, is this Andres’s mother?” I asked her when she shook her head. “His first mate,” she told me when I nodded my head. I don't know why this woman was accused of such a thing, but her statement, only shows me that his ex-mate has done a lot of things that must have almost tarnished his name. “That's all right. So, do you have my schedule for today, Daisy?” I asked when she nodded her head, took a paper from her file, and placed it on my table. I went through

“The display showed a single name: Coach Reynolds — Riverport Hounds.” Dante’s entire frame went instantly still as he swiped the screen and lifted the phone to his ear. "Cole," he said, his voice entirely even. Ariana held her breath, watching the small scar above Dante's left eyebrow twitch once as the coach's gravelly voice filled the line. It was the voice of a man who had spent decades behind NHL benches—calm, demanding, and impossible to ignore.