Dottore X Pantalone Novels & Stories

Patrick said in a panic as Danté marched over to him with a demon like glare on his face. "Calm down Danté!" Xena tried but he already had Patrick by his collar and drew him to his toes. "Just when I thought there couldn't be any more shit out there for me to hate! I learn there's a little rat in our basement torturing fucking werewolves!" "Please! I said it was for the cause of the Cross! We all are murderers in one way or another!" Patrick begged but Danté struck him sending him tumbling back and crashing into a vile stand.

I am not sure if he knows how much this behavior helps to keep up our facade of being a real couple. “Then let’s start. If you’ll please come with me, miss Ross. You are welcome to join as well, Mr. Peccati.” The doctor motions for me to step behind a screen to undress and then get up on the bed and place my legs in the stirrup. She glances at the bruises on my thighs and but, and the ones developing on my knee with concern. “Our sexual preferences are none of your business.” Alessio snaps at her and she sends him a quick uncertain smile before starting the examination.

X pushed a button and we were on our way. During the elevator ride, Mr. X pulled down his mask again and said, “Please get up, Dr. Leighton. We’re headed for the underground parking garage. No one would believe that a gurney being pushed by an orderly belongs down there, and we may need to move fast.” I eagerly complied, wanting to feel a little more in control. At least on my feet, if I had to run or dodge, I could do it for myself. Mr. X stripped off his surgical cap, revealing his crayola white bald pate. He removed his robe, leaving himself in a smock, hospital pants, and tennis shoes, black tennis shoes. At least something he was wearing was his signature color.

She replied as her thoughts ran wild, thinking deeply about his statement. “I will now summon the doctor in…” Pavel said, clearly unfazed about Sunny mortified state. He bossily clapped his hands and the door swung open, revealing three creepy-looking men in the doorway. They walked into the room in the company of another man. lear thaEvidently, he wasn’t with them because his face was covered with a black cloth. “Dr. X is unavailable but he recommended him. He is Dr. Matteo.” One of the men spoke first.

She shrugged slowly, leaving her words unfinished. “Dominic,” Xander murmured under his breath, "do you remember his face?” Grace looked as confused as I was with his question, but she answered still. “Very tall, dark-skinned with bright eyes. Green maybe and uh-he had this tattoo I think on his face, I’m not sure.” Xander suddenly let out a humorous small chuckle, shaking his head somewhat, “I knew that son of a bitch was still alive.” Again with the vocabulary. “The bartender told me they hire prostitutes, but I don’t think she knew about this”

Third Person's POV Trista took a deep breath and yanked the door open. However, the moment she saw the person standing there, the icy exterior she had built up instantly crumbled, replaced by a flash of panic. "...Xander? How did you find this place?" Xander was holding several boxes of expensive health supplements. He had a tall, lean build that rivaled Cassian's. Dressed in a pure white cashmere turtleneck under a high-end, dark gray tailored coat, he radiated the quiet luxury and refined upbringing of a true high-society pack heir.

He pulled the device from his pocket with an annoyed grunt, his expression hardening. Without a word, he stepped to the side, rolling up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt. The veins on his forearms stood out starkly, a reminder of just how tightly coiled he was beneath his polished exterior. “What do you have for me, Dante?” Xavier spoke, his tone low and husky, yet so commanding that even Sky, several feet away, felt compelled to listen. She tried to keep her focus elsewhere, running her fingers nervously over the hem of her dress, but the sharp edge in his voice made her pulse quicken.

the thug laughed, stepping closer. ​"No,"a low, chilling deep voice rumbled from the mouth of the alley. "But i Am." Xavier stepped out of the fog, his silhouette cutting through the darkness. He didn't pull out a gun. He didn't even look hurried—more relaxed. He just loosened his tie with a calm demeanour. ​"Run along," Xavier said, his eyes darker "Or stay and find out why you should'nt have messed with a Romano and known your place" He said signalling Katerina to find a hiding place to shield herself

He wipes out the blood stains on his hands after finishing beating up his cousin, who is now lying unconscious on the floor. "Is this okay?" Rolando asks his Master, to which Xander responds with a smirk. "I guess it's okay for you," Rolando sighs, already resigned to his Master's attitude and behavior. He looks at Xander, who is now panting while taking off his polo shirt. Xander has a serious case of allergies when touching a person, but tonight he took off his gloves and beat Lorenzo to a pulp. Anger really pushes people to their limits.

Trish laughs softly, “Don’t take it personally. That’s just how he is, especially on show days. He’s got a lot on his mind and he knows what he wants.” We fall into conversation while she does my make-up, and I find myself relaxing. Trish has a very musical voice and it’s nice to hear her speak. It’s also nice to get a little more insight into the mysterious Mr. Xellum. I like hearing stories about him, like the time he got drunk and thought that lime green disco pants were a good idea, or how he made sure that a sick seamstress got all the rest she needed even though it was fashion week. Sure, she tells me, he’s a hard ass, and he errs on the cold side, but he’s a good guy.