Dantes Exam Novels & Stories

Chapter 14: The Blood Covenant "Do you smell the iron, Bianca? It’s the only thing that never lies." Dante stood in the center of the bedroom, his chest rising and falling in a slow, mechanical rhythm. He didn't look like the man who had kissed me on the rooftop. He looked like a hollowed-out shell. Crimson splatters painted his white dress shirt, a gruesome constellation that mapped his evening’s work. A thick, dark smear ran across his cheek, drying into a rusted crust.

Alex asked. Dante was silent for a few moments. He turned to leave the room and returned with a box of salt. A big smile appeared on his lips. “This should help,” he said. Alex nodded with a thumbs up. Meanwhile, Leon was wide-eyed with fear. “You’re out of your mind!” “Thank you. You just have to answer my questions well if you don’t want to taste this salt,” Dante said with a smile. However, his smile looked cold and frightening.

"You're just a little rascal, aren't you? Damian burst out giggling and jammed another piece of pancake in his mouth. Daniella wasn't quite amused, though. She folded her arms, an angry frown knitting her brow into a mini version of an adult. Dante furrowed at his brother, and I knew he didn't enjoy being at home. He was just like Ethan-always looking stern. "Dante". He faced me. I beamed with a bright smile before proceeding. "You don't wanna stay with mommy". Dante stood from where he was sitting and came to me. He held my hand as he spoke. "I love mummy but we have been indoors for many days now and I have an exam to write soon".

Pascoal Killian does not outline any reaction as he sustains Dante's gaze, although his clear eyes shine subtly with the question. "You certainly have good contacts," he talks, taking a sip of his glass of wine. Dante shakes his shoulders casually, leaning on the chair next to me. "And you are really good at running away from direct questions, dear secretary.” I do nothing more than cast a sislaio look at you. A warning look, which doesn't work the way I expect. Dante is determined to corner every person who deigns to talk to us tonight. I don't think this is the best approach to finding a connection between Jonathan and the United States government. Any false floor, and everything will be r

>>>Dante Dante paced back and forth in his dimly lit study, his mind a tempest of fury and frustration. The events of the night replayed in his head, a cycle of rage he couldn't break. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the light of the desk lamp, and took a long, burning sip. It did little to quell the fire inside him.

Dante laughed and lifted his chin at Dallas, who now seemed to be shopping for someone other than Winona. “Why are you here instead of scoping the area?” I asked. “We got it handled. The crews need training, and we already know the area is secure.” Dante was a mixed bag, a distant relative of Dallas’s first wife and about the same age as me. I didn’t know much about him, because he went into the military right at eighteen, then came back the same and also completely different. “Plus, I knew I didn’t want to miss this.” He walked forward in his combat boots and rapped his knuckles on the dressing room door. “Winona, Sebastian. Let’s see the damn thing before HJ’s patience wears out.”

And I wasn’t sure I was ready for it. Dante leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. “This is your chance to prove you belong. Don’t hesitate. Don’t falter. If you fail this time, there won’t be any more chances.” I nodded slowly, the weight of his words settling heavily on my shoulders. “I understand.” “Good,” Dante said, his voice cool and distant once more. “You leave tomorrow.” I swallowed hard, feeling the knot in my stomach tighten even further. Tomorrow. Another test. Another line to cross. And this time, I knew there would be no turning back.

I slowly squinted my eyes open to peep, I could literarily hear my heart beat so fast, my limps were weak and my lips were quivering, hot tears were trembling to pour out of my eyes. I peeped and I saw the black monster standing in front of me in a stoic stance, "It's me" A familiar voice proceeded from the monster's mouth. Dante. His voice was hard, harder than before. I heaved a sigh of relief, and melted into the ground in that instant, my heart climbed it's way back to my chest and my breathing calmed. I opened my mouth to make a sound, but nothing came. I would have said, "You scared me".

he appreciatively said. Where are they ? I needed them for my tests ! I had written them with utmost sincerity after referring to so many books and research papers, and I needed to just glance through them to ace the upcoming exams. “I can’t find them,” I whimpered as I desperately tried to find the golden papers. My notes ! “You will find them, Joy,” Dante patiently replied as he looked over my shoulder and watched the empty locker in front of me. “In any case, you don’t need them,” he added nonchalantly.

Dante stood at the threshold, leaning his shoulder against the frame with a demonic smirk plastered on his face. ​"Well... well... well," Dante chuckled coldly, his predatory gaze locking onto Lexie. "I was wondering how long it would take for the little rat to sneak in. Thank you for proving my trap works perfectly."