Diana Vitale Reviews Novels & Stories

Vitale’s laughter turned into broken gasps, his smugness fading as pain took over. Dante leaned closer, his voice low and deadly calm. “Who sent you?” He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to. His presence alone pressed down like a blade against the throat. Vitale laughed weakly. “Oh, you mean who killed him?” That was all it took. Dante straightened and reached for one of the tools laid out on the table. Nothing excessive. Nothing rushed. Just enough to remind Vitale where he was and who stood before him. He used it slowly, deliberately, making every second stretch longer than the last.

“What can i say, one day into the human world and i got obsessed with the movie. But seriously, i told them about you guys and they were excited to meet all of you.” “You said Caroline loves Pink and make ups?” Ava asked, Smiles all over her face like she had just found true love. Nodding to her question, I gave her a stern look. “Don’t worry, I can already see you two being best of friends.” “What about me?” Mia rose her hands as though we were having a selection. “You said Elena is the soft girl, She loves purple right?” With a nod of my head, I responded. “Right!” “You two are not really choosing kids you want to be best friends with right now are you?” Jane gave Mia and Ava a soft glare,

Grabbing the nearest wine bottle from where she is standing, Vittoria let out a hysterical scream at the top of her lungs and started smashing the bottles unforgivingly. The photo she saw was of Damian’s hand that sported a wedding ring.