El Forastero 2 Novels & Stories

I whisper, putting all my sincerity into it. "Lo so (I know*), Amore mio. But, me ne frego (I don't care*). The stronzo (asshole*) is dead and buried." Elio stops talking momentarily, then looks up at his little brother. "Get out of here. I don't need you anymore." Matteo greets us with a simple nod and leaves. Then, Elio pulls me against him and comes to whisper in my ear: "You will be happy to know that this stronzo was the last one on the list."

That’s when I realize that Aster is naked and casually lounging in the bed. Before I can stop myself, my eyes rove over his face, chest, down his well sculpted abs and land on the thick and impressive girth between his legs. He's half hard. “Woah!” Aello gasps out what we are both thinking. Aster sees my line of sight and breaks into a smug grin. “See something you like, Isa?” He teases as he opens his legs even more. I quickly drag my eyes up to his face and shoot him an annoyed glare.

I had found my mate, my purpose, and my future. I had lost everything before and still, the Moon Goddess gave me another chance. A second chance at love. A second chance at life. A second chance to be who I was always meant to be and to chase my dream. The Luna of the Lunaris Dominion pack. The daughter of Alpha Edward of the Silvercrest pack. The End. The Luna’s Second Chance Thanks for reading The Luna's Second Chance to the end. I apologize for the slow updates, not diving deep into details, and rushing to conclude it. The reading rate deteriorated, and I felt it wouldn't be nice to keep writing.

Five Years Later 164 Emilia The wind in Iceland didn’t just blow, it screamed. I stood on the porch of the stone farmhouse, a cup of coffee cooling in my hands as I watched the fog roll over the cliffs. Five years. Five winters of shadows and five summers of sun that never set. "Mamma! Leon took my wooden sword!" The screen door banged open, and Elara skidded onto the porch, her dark curls so much like Raffaeles. At five, she already had the De Luca temper, her eyes flashing with a fire I recognized all too well.

Jeering laughter rose from every side, sharp enough to make my eardrums ache. I turned my eyes slightly, and my gaze settled on the man off to the rear. The current Don of the Perrone family. Eli Perrone. A matte-black bespoke suit set off his cold, upright frame, strands of silver-gray hair falling over his brow, his features aloof and severe, the whole of him wrapped in the distance and indifference of a man at the very top.

Then he walked to the table and looked at me with the expression of someone confirming that all expected variables were present and in their correct positions. "Yes," I said. "Good morning." He sat down. Elara appeared at seven. She looked at the kitchen — Damian at the stove, eggs, the three cups of coffee, Renn in his chair, me at the table — and something moved through her face that she managed into neutrality before it was fully visible. But I had known her for two years. I had seen the un-managed version and I knew what the managed version was covering. She sat down. "You made coffee," she said to the room generally.

(Same, attacked) Without answering, I ended the call and roughly threw my phone across the bed. “Bastardo del cazo.” (Fucking bastard) “You’ll regret doing this. Watch me end you soon, puta.” (Whore) Running my hands through my hair for the hundredth time, I inhaled a deep breath. “Calm Zeus, calm.” Marching towards the side table, I grabbed the ear piece, tapping on the button a few times. In a second the person on the other side greeted me.

"Hey! Jade shouted. Austin couldn't understand who he was calling out to because they were facing just darkness. They couldn't see what was beyond it or anything, no lights. Two men slowly walked out, one with a cigarette and his eyes looking like they were going to pluck out any second. They were blood-filled, his chiseled face and his moustache covering his mouth. The other was shorter than the first but had an eye patch, seemed like he was blind or it was just a style. He couldn't tell. "Who are they?" The man with the cigarette asked in his hoarse voice. It was obvious he wasn't happy to see them. The mean look on his face alone almost had Austin wetting his pants. He shouldn't have foll

“I go grocery store later… buy chorizo, real food.” She shoved another stale chip in her mouth, humming under her breath. The tune twisted into a filthy little lyric only she would dare sing: “Ay papi, chúpame la sangre, cógeme duro…”Oh daddy, suck my blood, fuck me hard. Her laugh echoed in the empty kitchen, but in the courtyard outside, a shadow flickered across the wall. Elijah. Watching. Listening. Francesa didn’t notice—she was too busy licking salt off her fingers.

--- *7:30 PM – Destiny’s Apartment* The jollof was hot. The apartment was loud with Destiny’s music and laughter. “You look like you fought a war,” Destiny said, handing her a plate. “I did,” Elma said. “Paperwork war.” Destiny laughed. “Still better than sleeping by the river.” Elma ate in silence for a minute. The food was good. Spicy. It made her eyes water a little. “You okay?” Destiny asked. “Yeah,” Elma said. “Tired. But okay.”