Evil Within Stefano Novels & Stories

Dio (God)… the hatred in them could burn an entire city to the ground. “Nikita!” Valentino’s voice thundered from behind her, filled with rage and warning. “Touch a single strand of her hair and I will show you exactly why they call me Il Diavolo di Milano (The Devil of Milan)!” She did not even turn to look at him. Instead, she smirked. “Is the Devil of Milan in the room with us?” she taunted, giggling lazily. My breath caught as her hand slid from my face to my chin, then slowly down to my neck.

She saw a man, who is ready to bring hell to earth and have a blood bath in New York to protect her. He may be evil and ruthless to the world but to her, he showed a side that no one would even believe that he possesses. He showed her that no one in this world can love her the way she does. And this I know because last few months, I saw Stefano suffering. No, I know this now because I have shared the most intimate moments with Luciano and now I know that the brother may do a lot of morally wrong things, but they are not bad people. People may find this statement of mine quite contradicting but you are talking to two women, who were not even ready when the world showed them that people can be

She adds, and my jaw hangs open. Ever since Stefania fell pregnant, she’s changed. She walks around like the first queen with no regard for Eva’s feelings, and between the jabs she’s constantly throwing at her and feigning ignorance, she’s forever hogging Paris. If it’s not the stupid nightmares that I’m a hundred percent sure she makes up, her body aches. I never liked Stefania or bought her bullshit; I only did for a minute, but that minute was over just as fast as it came. She’s a power-hungry bitch like her father, and I have never been fooled. But I kept quiet because Eva didn’t see it, and I didn’t want to be that negative person. She had enough negativity in her life without me adding

Stefano comes towards me, putting his hand at the side of my face where my scar is and lightly strokes it with his thumb. “Little lamb. You belong to me” he says, and those words fill me with a rage like I have never experienced before. He is Don Giovanni’s son. They killed my family. He knew who I was the moment he met me tonight. Why did he not say anything? What game is he playing? “I belong to no one” I say. My body starts moving forward on its own, while my brain is still trying to catch up. My hand comes up and I slap Stefano across the face. HARD.

He and Stefano had been enemies for a long time and as the years went by, he learned more and more about the true nature of his rival. Stefano is a man of physical strength, impatient, emotional and careless. Several times in the sudden attacks he carried out on Nicholas, only sporadic attacks were carried out based on inaccurate information about Nicholas's presence somewhere. However, he had not taken into account that someone like Nicholas couldn't possibly be in one place alone, even though he was always seen to be one. Stefano also never took into account how much force Nicholas had and never made clear about it. He was probably just guessing and hearing the information the spies had sp

“You think he won’t cut you down the second you’re no longer useful?” “I think,” Stefano said, stepping closer, “that you talk too much.” He raised the gun, aiming it right between my eyes. My heart stopped but I refused to show it. “Don wants her alive,” Barbara said suddenly, stepping forward. “For now.” Stefano didn’t lower the gun. He just stared at me like he was deciding whether to obey or not. My skin felt like it was crawling under his gaze. He was a brutal man. Known to do the dirtiest jobs. He didn't have a soul.

Stefano made an honest promise to Elijah which caused Elijah's mixture to go bad and he suddenly veiled Stefano. Stefano gasped because of the speed of the event and he felt fear because of Elijah. "Don't try to tell me what to do, Stefano. Know your place." Elijah promised. In this situation, Elijah was unable to think straight because of his emotions. Stefano grinned. "Know your place too, your majesty. You pushed her away, so don't act like you all have the right to take her back whenever you want." Stefano responded coldly and to Elijah's anger, he let go of Stefano the push intensified and Stefano fell to the floor.

"Stop crying. It is too late for all that. Do you think I enjoy having to go out and get you? Do you think I get off on seeing you cry or tremble in front of me? Pezzo di merda... (Holy shit*)." The elevator doors opened, revealing Elio under the artificial light of the neon lights. His eyes had barely seen my tears when his instinct immediately took over. Santo had just enough time to let go of me before he got hit in the face. BAM. Elio puts his hands on my cheeks and looks coldly at Santo behind me. "Luce dei miei occhi, lui è stato cattivo con te? (Was he mean to you?*) I quickly nod my head no. Then I put my hands over his. Elio is on the verge of exploding. Santo and the security men m

It is kind of Ironic to know that Me and Fredrick do not have the relationship of Villainess and Male Lead but, Villain and Villainess. TO BE CONTINUED...

he asked me and I choked on the air. "No!" I blurted out, clenching my jaw. "And she isn't a ball that we 'men' can pass around. She is a human being, with feelings." "Of course. And I respect that." He chuckled, leaning back in his seat. "Besides, you aren't the only one who knows how to stalk someone. Stav Trajano sole heir of Trajano empire, son of a billionaire, wants to make his own name in the world. To be honest, I'm impressed. When I first looked at you, I thought you are just a pretty face."