Daredevil Anatoly Novels & Stories

The newscast was hyping the conference like it was the moment of the year, and a bitter smile tugged at my busted mouth. Of course, he couldn’t answer me. He was busy protecting the Grecos’ millions. Twenty desperate calls weren’t enough to make Patriarch Lorenzo look away from his business for even a second. The girls shut the TV off fast, and I heard footsteps coming closer. “Alpha, we were... changing the bedding like the butler told us,” they stammered, nervous under Nikolai’s hard stare, until he waved them out. I admired how he refused to be defeated by the fact he couldn’t speak, and still carried the weight of a respected successor.

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.

The dome dissolves, pressure lifting abruptly. I stagger—and immediately get caught by Ethan. “Still with me?” he asks softly. “Unfortunately,” I say weakly. “I think I promised not to die.” Blake flops onto the grass, staring up at the now-normal sky. “I can’t believe we just got audited by a god and survived.” Gravehowl settles back, presence easing. The Hunt stands. The Sleeper’s awareness lingers a moment longer. You did well, little Crown. Don’t make a habit of waking me.

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.

Anatoly looked back at the men standing next to Damian, nodded his head and the men started hitting him in the stomach and the face. "NO! STOP! STOP! DON'T HURT HIM!" Anatoly motioned for the men to stop hitting Damian and he looked back at me, a deep growl escaped his lips, "Are you ready to comply?" "Why are you doing this?" He held out the note once more and motioned to the camera, his voice was deep as he yelled at me, "READ IT!" Once again, I protested, "No. Tell me why you are doing this." Anatoly looked back at the men standing next to Damian and nodded. Again, they began hitting him. He had no way to defend himself, all he could do was sit there while the men continued their assault.