Dante's Love Novels & Stories

But seeing Dante like this is no less than a shock. "She wouldn't leave me. This is a lie. She would never leave me like this. Serene must be in trouble. I have to go and find her" Dante said feeling desperate now. For the second time he is experiencing this kind of mind numbing and heart stopping loss, that he couldn't understand what is right and what is wrong. But one thing that still flashes in his mind is how he saw 'Love' in Serene's eyes for him. Thats not false or facade. Emotions that strong cannot be hidden. Serene never uttered those words to him, but in his gut he knows that she loves him. He refused to believe that she would leave him like this.

his hands tickled my chin a bit and I flinched at his touch, he didn’t seem impressed. “Me and you, we’re never going to work” I said and I meant it but he frowned. “How would you know if you’re never going to give me a chance?” I stayed quiet, both of us locked in a heated stare and I didn’t want to be the first to retreat. “Maybe I should spell it out for you in a way that you’d understand” he started “Dante is always going to have feelings for Gianna, she’s always going to be in his life, how else would he go to her hotel room and during your honeymoon for that matter”

I wanted to fight off all the emotions I felt rushing through me whenever he treats me so nicely. I needed to remind myself that Dante is a two faced man who doesn't believe in love. Whatever he has done up till date has been to his own benefits and he will be the one to gain from it the most. I can't simply allow myself to fall in love with him, I can't give my heart to a man who doesn't have a heart, a man whose goal is to kill and destroy if I ever fall in love with him it means I'm ready for my heart to be broken for a second time.

But when he finally spoke, his words had shaken her to her core. "If he makes you happy, then I’ll support you, Isla. But be careful. Men like Dante don’t love like normal people. They consume." Now, as she sat on the edge of Dante’s massive bed, his scent wrapped around her like a possessive chain, she realized just how right her brother was. Dante didn’t love the way ordinary men did. His love was a storm—violent, destructive, all-consuming. And she was drowning in it. --- A Dangerous Obsession

Dante didn’t deny it. Instead, he stepped closer. “I know,” he said softly. “And I hate myself for that every day.” She looked up at him, anger and heartbreak colliding. “Do you love me… or do you love the ghost of a woman who died?” That question hit him like a bullet. Dante’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I loved Elena because she was safe. Predictable. Untouchable.” He met Amara’s eyes. “I love you because you’re none of those things. You challenge me. You terrify me. You make me feel human again.”

"You've always been a lover boy—" "And my love is no more." Dante intercepted his friend's speech. Of all people, Dante expected him to understand him the most, but it looked like he would have to lower his expectations. "I cannot love anyone else the way I loved her and there's really nothing I can do about it."

"But we were also. Drawn to each other. Despite everything. Despite hate. Despite circumstances. Something. Something was building. Growing. Evolving. From transaction to. To something else. Something neither of us expected. Something neither of us wanted. Something neither of us could control." Sienna continued. The marriage. Julian's death. Lorenzo's continued threats. The pregnancy. The gradual transformation. From hate to. To something more complicated. More real. More dangerous. "I realized," Dante said. "Somewhere along the way. That I loved her. Completely. Terrifyingly. Impossibly. I loved your mother. Not as transaction. Not as acquisition. Not as object. But as person. As partner.

Love that stayed in the room. My mouth softened. Then I thought of Dante. Paint on his wrists. His hand over mine on the brush. The way he had looked at me in the studio like I was the only true thing in it. Dante showed love by seeing me. By putting me on a canvas and calling it *Perfection*. By kissing my forehead when I was too tired to talk. By saying *this changes nothing between us* when the world tried to take him apart. He loved me with his art and his mouth and the way he reached for my hand in a car when he could not find the words yet.

Amelia says. "Oh, look at you, blaming everybody else again. Why can't you face yourself and see that you were the one who messed up? I thought I was in love with you, but I am not. I have no respect for you. You are crazy, but not stupid crazy. You are crazy, thinking that Dante even cares about you. He does not. He never did. If you rely on him to save you, you will be disappointed. The only person he cares about is his fiancée. He does not care about you. He is more worried about his fiancée being scared tonight than he is about you dying. Dante is in love for the first time in his life, and she is in love with Donna Isabella Romani. He will never be in love with you. He won't even miss y

Whether he is still angry. Whether somewhere underneath the anger the love is still there the way I know it is because I know him. I know him better than I know most things in this world and I know that Dante Valentino does not stop loving people. He is not built that way. He goes all the way in and he stays there and the anger is just what is sitting on top of the love right now. I put my hand flat on my stomach. Two little lives. Isabella who is at Giulia's house right now probably talking Giulia's ear off about gymnastics and card tricks and the proper Italian words for things that Dante taught her.