Don Quixote Novels & Stories

) he asked with a thick Italian accent. The men glanced at Isabella. "dove scusa capo ma questa cagna ci stava dando filo da torcere" (where sorry Capo but this bitch was giving us trouble) one of them said as the man shakes his head. "Sono circondato da idioti, mettila in macchina, i jet aspettano e dobbiamo riportarla in Sicilia in tempo per il compleanno del Don, altrimenti Giovanni ci ucciderà, ma prima che lo faccia ti ammazzo fino all'ultimo imbecilli"(Im sorrounded by idiots, get her in the car, vthe jets waiting and we need to get her back in sicily in time for the Don's birthday if not then Giovanni will kill us, but before he does I'll kill every last one of you imbeciles) the man

“I needed the consigliere’s signature on some documents and caught her coming out that door with messy hair and her dress unzipped.” Juliana’s complexion shifted from white to red, then to ashen. Her lips parted, but words failed her. Several capos exchanged whispers in the corner. Carlo Tutti was the consigliere, a man held in high esteem. His private suite was accessible only to the Don. Juliana clenched her wine glass, her knuckles white. “You’re mistaken.” “Maybe.” I speared a piece of steak and chewed slowly. “My memory is hazy, but you’re always throwing yourself at men. I’m sure you won’t mind a little gossip.”

"A $4 million debt stole her freedom One reckless slap changed her life forever." Valentina Russo refused to bow before the most feared man in the underworld—Don Damiano Moretti. Instead of killing her, he made her an offer she couldn’t escape: become his wife… or watch her family burn. Trapped in a gilded prison, Valentina vows to hate the ruthless mafia king who stole her freedom. But Damiano isn’t after obedience he wants her heart, her fire, and her surrender. As deadly enemies close in and buried secrets threaten to destroy them, passion ignites into obsession. In a world ruled by blood, power, and betrayal, can the Don’s captive become the only queen capable of conquering the b

She always stood that way—like even a sunny morning could turn into a gunfight. I sat at the table with a folder open in front of me. Inside were faces. Men. Women. Names tied to the Moretti empire. Every one of them a step toward Dante’s downfall. “Who’s first?” Sofia asked, picking up one of the photos. “Ah. This one looks like he smells like cheap cigars and betrayal.” “Matteo Rinaldi,” I said. “He’s been with Dante since before his father died. Old blood. But he gambles. Deep debt. He’ll flip.”

The man who had once stood at the center of the criminal underworld, the man whose name alone made powerful men lower their voices, was now on his knees in the middle of a quiet Swiss street. For a moment neither of us spoke. He looked up at me, and there was no trace left of the cold, untouchable Don I had known. His voice broke when he finally spoke. “Elena… I was wrong.” The confession sounded like it was being dragged out of his chest piece by piece. “I thought loyalty meant repaying debts no matter the cost. I thought responsibility mattered more than everything else.” His breath shook in the cold air. “But all I did was destroy the one person who actually mattered.”

she said and looked at the people and the surroundings. “What is it?” he asked, intrigued by her reaction. “It's kinda similar to a fairytale I’ve read to Azura some time ago… It’s called ‘Puss-in-Boots’,” Jacqueline muttered helplessly and, almost smiled when Diego angled a look of incomprehension at her. “Well… Puss-in-Boots is one of the most intelligent cats in the world of fantasy. He wanted to impress the king with the idea that his master was hugely important and rich. So, he pretended all the land they passed belonged to this character he made up called the Marquis of Carabas.”

William can see the gentleman same as the age of Eldric if not older. "Sir Eldric? My word! Not only did you stop our lose cart but also saved the bystanders from being hurt" the old man smiles wide as he gives Eldric his hand. "Showing off as a hero before the Tourney begins? Maybe it's time you should have a title as Cabbage Stopper?" Eldric shook the hand of the gentleman and gave him a warm smile. "Lenato, Duke of Einherjar, was a while since we saw each other!"

The acrid smell of cigar smoke clung to the air, mingling with the metallic tang of fear that permeated the dimly lit warehouse. Luca Moretti's polished oxfords clicked against the concrete floor as he circled the trembling man kneeling before him. "Now, Antonio," Luca's voice was smooth as silk, belying the danger that lurked beneath. "I thought we had an understanding." Antonio's eyes darted frantically around the room, searching for an escape that didn't exist. "Mr. Moretti, please... I can explain-"

he ask while we walk out of his house. I look at him like he's stupid "I'm not apart of the mafia I am the mafia," I say. He raises an eyebrow at me. "okay, maybe I'm not the mafia but I am a mafia queen I was born into the mafia so I'm mafia by blood," I tell him. he nods his head in understanding. "but seriously I am the mafia technically because Luca is the King of all mafia and he is the mafia so technically I am the mafia," I say trying to convince Blake but it didn't seem to work cause all he did was bust out and laugh. I pout a little and go over to Luca and I's car. "

"Do not hurt her!" Dante. The door suddenly opened wide revealing the king himself, Dante stood by the door, his arms were crossed, he was shirtless and he had a small white towel hanging on his neck. As much as tried to ignore his muscular build, I could not help but admire his large chests and obvious muscles. I gulped a lump down my throat as I slowly watched him approach me. "Was escaping the only plan you could think of?" He cocked his head to the right at me and raised a brow.