Dante X Lady Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

A lot of girls used Russian names, according to Dante. Every single one of them looked at me like a hostile invader here to take their money and their job. I felt my stomach lurch and wondered if I should head to a stall to throw up my breakfast-the only meal I'd managed to eat all day. "I'll leave you girls to get acquainted,” Dante said. “And I'll be back for you later." Dante left, but not before giving one of the girls a slap on her bare ass. She flashed him a sexy glance that told me all I needed to know about his relationships with the girls here.

Dante gave a very fake smile and nodded negatively. “Mrs Roma.” His eyes danced around my body as I sat on the Sofa in Dante’s office, he walked up to me, took my hand in his, bent a little as he raised my hand up to his face, he placed a kiss on my hand and smiled at me and in that instant, Dante stood from his chair, walked to where I was, pushed Zane away and pulled me off the chair making me stand to my feet, his hand wrapped around my waist and he placed a kiss on my lips and Zane chuckled. “Relax Dante, didn’t know you are now so obsessed with your wife.”

“As I’ve told you before, my marriage to Lorenzo was arranged. There were many obstacles, but we overcame them. My father was a strict man, and my mother obeyed his every word. As the eldest daughter, I always knew my fate would never truly belong to me. When the time came and I learned the date of my wedding, I was terrified. Back then, all I knew about Lorenzo was that he had a reputation for being a harsh man. And when I finally met him… he laughed at my fear. Dante is so much like his father.” Her eyes dropped for a moment, then lifted to meet mine — calm, steady, unwavering. “I’m telling you this because I want you to understand: just because Dante doesn’t believe you, it doesn’t mean y

His fingers tightened just a little and his eyes flicked to my mouth, then back to my eyes like he was at war with himself. A moment passed and his heated stare remained on me, while my heart pounded harshly in my chest. Dante cursed under his breath, “I can’t even fucking look at you without seeing her,” He ground out bitterly, “And it drives me insane because you don’t look anything like her.” His grip on my ankle tightened with every word.

“Gabriella, listen to me. I did not touch you. I don’t know how this happened—I don’t even know where we are. But I swear to you—nothing happened.” His dark eyes searched hers, pleading, and for a second—just a second—she wanted to believe him. But the fear was too loud as her husband's face creeped up on her. Dante. The name crashed through her like a thunderclap. Her throat went dry. Dante was going to kill her. She did not know whether to believe Elio or not and all she wanted was to go back home before Dante notices she was missing. she glanced at the time, 4.00 am. "Jesus! I'm in trouble." She thought.

I sobbed. “That's a bastard of a guy. Don't do anything stupid okay? Come visit me” I nodded as if she was standing in front of me. I cut the call, wiping my tears. I went to my office to go over my files an hour before the meeting. As I sat down, I took sight of a newspaper lying on my daily newspaper table. I walked over and took it out. ANTONIO DANTE BRINGS IN A NEW MISTRESS AND DIVORCES HIS WIFE, STELLA ROMILLY.

Angela ran from a nightmare, only to move in with the monster. To escape being sold to the savage Branco Ovest pack, Angela binds her chest, chops her hair, and sneaks into the elite, all-male Accademia Alpha as "Angelo." It’s the perfect hiding spot—until she sees her room assignment. Her new roommate is Dante, the lethal, terrifying Alpha heir to the very pack she fled. "You smell entirely too sweet for a boy," Dante murmured, his massive frame backing her against the locked dorm room door. His silver eyes flashed with a dark, predatory hunger. "Like vanilla, panic... and something else. Something that makes my fangs ache." "Stay away from me," she choked out, her heart hammering wildly

I asked Dante, whose face became drawn down the moment he saw me. I looked at the lady beside him, scrunching my face. “And you, don’t you have any dignity? Engaging someone’s fiancé?” I asked, and Dante stood up at once. “What is she talking about? And who is she?” The lady asked. “You are getting married? And I’m just finding out?” Her questions, mixed with the anger from the problem with Adjo, pricked my soul. I wanted to destroy her badly that she would never think of speaking to Dante in her entire life.

~GENERAL~ Once they got into Dante’s study, Thelma rushed to him. “What was that, Dan? Who is she, and why is she here?” she demanded, hands on her hips, chin lifted until their faces were level. Ignoring her dramatic reaction, Dante sank into his chair. “That’s Camille. She’s my mate.” The words were quiet and final. Thelma stared at him for a few seconds, then burst into hysterical laughter. “What!” she spat.

Dante's pov Dante stands frozen in the doorway his eyes locked on a scene that makes his blood boil so hot he feels like he might explode. Right there in the center of the Persian rug, his brother Lorenzo has his hands all over Danika. Not just a polite touch, but a possessive, filthy grip. Lorenzo’s large hand is cupping Danika’s ass, his fingers digging deep into the soft flesh through her dress, pulling her hips flush against his own. Dante can see the way Lorenzo’s thumb is rubbing dangerously close to the crease of her thigh, a motion that screams intimacy and ownership.