Dante Sparda X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

Dante’s POV: I woke up to a storm. No. It was just an unnerving pair of grey eyes staring at me with a fierce desire deep within them. Alpha Talon was awfully close to me. Too close. “You fucking pervert!” I yelled with all the strength I could muster. Pushing against his chest—his surprisingly buff chest—as I hurriedly pushed myself away from him. Something about being so close to him felt familiar but I couldn’t place a finger or it.

she said, then disappeared down the hallway. “Patin?” Cassandra called out, reaching for the door. She knocked, once, twice, three times, nothing. She held the door handle and twisted it open, announcing “I'm coming in,” She opened the door to an empty room. For a brief moment, she took in the luxurious interior. Just then, the bathroom door hissed open, steam spilling into the room. Dante stepped out, his body bare with only a white towel strapped to his waist. His hair was wet, the water dripping down his body. A dark, coiling serpent tattoo stretched from his right arm across his chest, its scales seemed to glisten in the light.

Alice exclaimed with a reassuring smile. Charlotte seemed to be comforted by Alice’s words. Surprisingly, she turned to me. “It just seems so easy for you and Dante,” Charlotte continued. There was no judgment in her voice, no jealousy. Just pure admiration. “I want something like that.” I didn’t know how to respond, so I just gave her a tight hug. I wished I could tell her that it was all a lie, but of course I couldn’t. “Hey, I’m new too and I don’t have a sponsor either. We just have to be patient. Not all of us can have a Dante in our lives,” Alice noted in a teasing tone.

Maybe what he was going to do is going to ruin her, but he doesn't care as long as she crawls back to him. Call him insane, call him wicked, but he would even turn into a monster when it just had something to do with the woman named Alessia. Dante stood at the edge of the bed, shirt unbuttoned, chest heaving with every breath as he drank in the sight of her. Alessia—his Alessia—lay sprawled across the bed, legs slightly parted, the soft rise of her breasts barely hidden by the oversized shirt she wore… his shirt. The lace panties hugging her hips? He hadn’t seen that color on her before. Pale pink, soaked in the centre, a stain of need she didn’t even know she had.

I had lost hope thinking of of those voluptuous American ladies I saw when we went for a vacation last summer, not that they are a match for my elegance though. I spotted Dante in a corner sipping wine looking from his phone to the crowd repeatedly with a worried expression as if though he was expecting someone. was it Anna? no, I don't think so. emiliano bernade hardly likes just anyone, especially an orphan like Anna who have nothing to offer and she would leave Dante if she knows he is a mafia lord's heir or should I tell her ? so she can be gone? I thought sipping my wine.

Dante asked as he stood up too and slowly walked to me like he was afraid I'd run away. I sighed as I finally turned to him. “Xander is my mate. The mate that doesn't want me," For a moment Dante didn't speak, he just looked at me unblinkingly. “Dante," I called, as I waved my hand in front of me and he finally blinked, taking a step back in shock. “You're Xander's mate?" He whispered in disbelief and I nodded,

Warning: The few chapters contains sensitive content, including references to sexual assault, trauma, and emotional distress. Reader discretion is strongly advised. If you are sensitive to such topics or find them triggering, please proceed with caution or consider skipping this chapter. It seemed Alpha Dante had been helping Vespara with her preparations because he did not return all night. Vespara had already left along with many of the soldiers she came with. The house felt too quiet for its own good. I suddenly miss Dante and Vespara. Although Dante was avoiding me because he thinks I will pounce on him, which I planned to, but is on hold for now, I still miss him.

Aurora said, making my heart skip a beat “therefore, this is the last time I want you to compare yourself to a bastard like Giovanni, do you understand me?” “Would you be by my side through thick and thin through it all?” I asked, keeping my eyes on hers. I could already read her answers through her eyes, her determination, and both her anger and pain. But there was an expression that had my wolf purr, and though I wasn’t sure what it meant, I was sure that I had found my home in the small woman who lay in my arms. “Until the end of time, Dante D’Angelo…”