Daredevil Anatoly Novels & Stories

Anatoly finished the thought. “Da.” There were very few men who would be able to question my intentions like this and live to tell the tale. Anatoly Danilov was one of them. Some would call him a friend, and others would call him my private killer on a short leash. The truth was somewhere in between. We had been through a lot of shit together. He had been there when I had taken over, and he was the one person I could trust with my life. And most importantly, the man stuck to the thieves’ code. He had honor. True honor—not the kind motivated by money or power.

VICTORIA I kept staring a second longer until a folder was placed on my lap. “Read through the agreements so you know if everything’s okay,” Mr. Dante whispered, and I snapped out of it, realizing the meeting had already started. From our side, in the dark, I watched the signs on the screen while the interpreter relayed them to Lorenzo. He said he apologized for not attending. “I wasn’t expecting you. I was expecting your father. Patriarch Dmitri Brona is the one I’ve always made deals with,” Lorenzo shot back without a shred of respect.

It was his cloak. “Alpha Dalton?” One of the warriors standing behind him called out. The handsome man turned his head towards the man who had spoken. A gasp left my mouth before I could stop it as I stepped back in fear. This was the Alpha Dalton. He was known for being reckless, intimidating and merciless. He normally wouldn’t think twice before killing someone who dared defy him. With a cold voice, Alpha Dalton asked “What the fuck is going on?” Sensing the coldness radiating from his voice, I flinched.

Through the bars, two men lean against the opposite wall, torchlight dancing over their features as they talk. One, I have never seen before. He is tall and broad-shouldered. His dreadlocks are tied back from his face to reveal bright brown eyes and a chiseled jaw. He is not dressed like a wolf. He wears black leather breeches and a white shirt, sleeves rolled up to expose tattoos inked on his dark skin. The other is Blake. His dark clothes make him look at one with the shadows. A jolt of hate surges through me—so powerful I almost cry out. The worst thing is, I feel betrayed. I shouldn’t. I should have known Blake would turn on me. How naïve I have been.

David protested, laughing mockingly. "It's not me who's wrong here, , it's you. When I asked about your relationship with Natasha, it wasn't because I was jealous. I just wanted to know. And as for Natasha's expression of love, it wasn't a look of love, . When I look at Daniel, I only remember that night! The night my innocence was taken from me! I still can't believe it!" Chelsea looked down.

Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table. Every time the bottle landed on Ethan, he chose truth. Safe. Boring. Survivable. Until Lila leaned forward with a wicked smile. “Ace,” she said sweetly. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” She tapped her chin. “Who’s the most impossible person you could ever actually like?” Ethan’s pulse spiked. Every eye turned toward him. Including Noah’s. He swallowed. This was harmless. A joke answer. Something ridiculous. Something safe. But Noah was still looking at him. And suddenly the truth felt lodged somewhere behind Ethan’s ribs.

“Horrible man. Rotten to the core. I can smell his hunger for power all the way across ocean to Russia. Dis is why I reject his proposals… not because of money, because I don’t do business with men like him. He ees dangerous, Kerta. Even here, in middle of all dese people, surrounded by witnesses. You understand what I’m saying? Don’t go near him again.” Anatoli might be a shameless pervert, but even he recognized true evil when he saw it. “Yes, thank you, Anatoli. I accidentally bumped into him, that’s all.” Anatoli nodded. Just then, a girl young enough to be his daughter walked past in a tight red dress, and he practically undressed her with his eyes. “Ah, excuse me, Kerta. We catch up mo

I had always hated the name of our pack, thinking it was too bland. Atlas Andino emerged from his car, his usual friends in tow. I knew them all by name, noting how their styles of bullying differed. Atlas Andino, with his pale blonde hair and startling grey eyes. Shaina Adam's with her espresso skin and gorgeous sneer. Michelle Cario, with her long legs and thick accent. Duke Kentworth, with his football jersey and messy black hair. Dean Marsh, with his curly chocolate hair and sly smile.

“That’s how you got to know Donatello?” “Yes, and no” I said, shaking my head “Donatello and I were classmates at school. The two of us were even good friends. He knew about the abuse my dad inflicted on my mom, and eventually, one day, I asked for his help. He didn’t kill dad, the man is still alive as a rogue, but that doesn’t mean that he didn’t hurt him. Eventually, mom met Vitaly and married him; however, I know for fact that the scars he left are still too great to heal”

He was the fucking leader of the most feared assassin guild. "Dante, what happens if they block that route too or they decide to come take over everything?" he asked his brother. Dante kept quiet, he didn't have a answer to that question. "I will be fine, I will come back safe and sound" he told his brother. Dante looked at him seriously. "promise me that if it gets too dangerous, you will be back?" he told Valerie. "I promise" Valerie said. Dante smiled and relaxed back in the seat.