Dante Reyes Novels & Stories

I pulled back the heavy steel-framed chair and sat down, leaning my forearms on the metal surface. "Dante is sedated," I said, my voice deadpan and steady. "He is not taking meetings. He is not making calls. I am." Reyes let out a harsh, mocking laugh, tossing his knife onto the table. It landed with a loud clack. "You? With all due respect, sweetheart, you’re a designer. We’re fighting a multi-front war with Varga and Isabella. Go back to the sickroom." I didn't flinch. Instead, I leaned forward, locking my eyes onto Reyes until his smirk began to falter.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

She replied with a smile as she watched Philip leave the studio to answer a call. Dana had settled well in California within the short period that they had arrived. She turned on the T.V and watched the crisis going on in America and then it got to a certain point where she heard about the CRUZ company, owned by Maria and Manuel Cruz. The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement.

A man walked by his side, and I assumed that it was his father, Elijah, approached us, and looking at Katerina he froze for a second before shaking his head, snapping himself out of whatever daze he fell into. “Alpha Domenico” he said, looking at the Lycan who smiled. “Elijah, it is nice seeing you here” “I am part of the city’s businessmen, it is only right to attend such social events” he said, smiling at him before turning to face Katerina and I “my apologies for my rudeness. I’m Elijah Grimaldi, and this is my wife, Sophia Grimaldi”

he smiled widely. The only thing I got from that was that the tall piece of man meat was going to be staying with us and I've just been dumped, it's the best thing that could ever happen, I mean, just imagine waking up and walking into the bathroom to see him, shirtless, towel wrapped around his waist, exposing his v-line a little, the messy wet hair and the water sliding down his body. "Go say hi." Jonathan said, pulling me from my thoughts. My mum had already left and he was looking straight at me and him, "Okay." I said and began walking towards him, "Hi," I extended my arm, "I'm Jade."

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

“Boss… she’s shaken. Maybe take her—” “I’m fine,” I lied, voice muffled against Dante’s chest, though another faint sob betrayed me. I wiped at my eyes angrily, hating the weakness. “Just… do what you need to.” Dante’s eyes flicked to Reyes—cold, absolute command. “Get it done. Now.” Reyes nodded and moved off, barking orders into his radio as medics rushed past with stretchers.

I don't know how long I stood there watching but I flickered the second I felt someone's hand rest on my shoulder. “An amazing sight to watch, huh?” He asked. I turned only to see a huge dude in his late twenties, Huge with brown hair, his face was expressionless as though he carried the burden of the entire world on his shoulder. “Indeed amazing.” I complimented. A crooked smile quickly curled around his face, “I'm Dante, second in command at DeathHowl Riders MC.” He said, extending a hand. “Xavier Grey, nice to meet you Dante.” I said, extending a hand as well for a handshake.

A temporary live-in assistant hired by his legal team to keep him away from reporters, alcohol, and women for six weeks while the world forgot about his latest scandal. Only, she hadn’t expected him. The door opened before she could knock. He stood there barefoot, in loose black pants and an open silk shirt that did absolutely nothing to hide the hard cut of his chest or the inked script crawling along his ribs. Dante Moreau. All six feet four inches of him. Dark eyes. Five o’clock shadow. A mouth made for sin. And entirely too amused. “You’re early,” he said, his voice rough like gravel and whiskey.

CALLUM Jayden, the only guy in our group who isn't afraid to speak his mind even when being stared at by three females. He is blonde like me and he has deep blue eyes, more deeper than mine that tends to change colors everytime. Sometimes I think his eyes are purple. He is a 6 feet 2 and very athletic, if you know what I mean. He isn't on the football or basket ball team in the school because he doesn't like them. But he goes to the gym a lot and he spends his time in a boxing arena during weekends. He wrestles sometimes too. He lives with his mum and his elder sister. His dad, let's just say some where in the world like my dad neglecting his duties. He changes phones too much just like tash