Fatale Book Novels & Stories

They would have killed him but a man in his mid forties saved him and took him in. He took care of him. He made sure Mile regained all his strength. He trained him to be strong. He taught him to fight. And only then Mile got to know that the man belongs to the Mafia. The dark side of the world. Mile could leave it if he wanted to. But he didn’t. Power.... Money.. What else one needs? He got everything after that kind man died. He gave everything to Mile. And since then his men were loyal to Mile. He met Natt during an exhibition for the business market. He was taking chances to expand his business of fruits and vegetables import export. But lost his heart.

After a brief pause, I still refused outright. "They don't deserve it." The bloody path I fought through in my last life was something Mona should walk herself this time. Jonah smiled faintly. "You and your sister really are different." With that, he went upstairs. Watching his back, a dead memory stirred. In the flames, I seemed to see that same figure running toward me. Or was that just a hallucination before death? Early the next morning, I received a notification that a large sum of money had been transferred out of my bank account.

I smelled it in him—the metallic tang of corrupted power, like old magic twisted into rot. We broke apart, both panting, both bloodied. His laughter rang out, hoarse but triumphant. “You fight well,” he admitted, wiping blood from his lip. “But you’re blinded. You think you can rewrite destiny with brute strength? Fate will take her from you, Lucian. And when it does, you will beg for death.” Before I could strike again, a sound split the air. My heart lurched. It was soft, muffled, but unmistakable.

Florian Fear Jesus. Lucian had wrapped the past together in his need for revenge against me. Drew stopped, slapping his hand on the doorjamb. "You know what? This is bull shit. I don't know what possessed you to abduct a woman, especially one as talented and decent as Serena, but you can keep your reasons to yourself. I will give you one piece of advice, whether you want to hear it or not. She's a special lady and she doesn't deserve some psychopath taking her to God knows where. You forget, I know what these kind of fuckers do to women. Kingpins, Saudi princes, ex cops. They're all the same in their sadistic needs."

"He is dead, Alpha.” I have once met this man named Sebastian. He is also one of the few trusted subordinates of Calix that is why to hear about his sudden death did not sound good. In fact, I wonder. Werewolves don't die in natural deaths, most especially not in accidents. So, there must be one reason why he died—he was killed. "Who killed him?" Calix's tone sound so silent and lethal, I felt like he is ready to burn the culprit alive for killing his subordinate. Of course, Calix is not dumb. By now he surely has an idea why Sebastian was killed. It must be to provoke him.

But, I tamed him and tried to reason, “She isn’t going anywhere, let her be comfortable and I will ensure that she has the best first experience of her life.” Luke grumbled a little but I whisked him away and tried to find ways of distracting myself. My gaze flitted to the book that was lying open on the side table. Probably, she had been reading before I walked in. Thus, I opened the book with one hand and started reading through it. It had some hand painted drawings, information about various living beings, and even a painting of Najak. Seeing that brought all the memories of the fight, Leo, and the curse back to me. My mind began to churn with various theories of how to defeat the Lich.

After losing his entire retirement savings to a scam, my father-in-law, Kyle Knight, tried to kill himself by overdosing on pills. I frantically called my husband, Joshua Knight, a psychology expert, hoping he could talk his father out of it. "Dad lost his entire retirement fund to a scam. He left a suicide note, and he's trying to kill himself. Come home!" Instead, Joshua snapped at me for making such a big deal out of it. "Your dad's made plenty of bad decisions before. Maybe this'll finally teach him a lesson. Don't bother me with stupid stuff like this again. I'm trying to watch a movie with Vanessa." For a second, I thought he hadn't heard me clearly. I was about to tell him that t

She spoke drastically. Zara shook her head watching Sophia intently. "I borrowed his note and in the middle, I wrote him a poem and a love letter. Then returned his book to him in hopes he would read it and maybe he might also feel the same as me. but he gave it to his friends and they all mocked me. Though the whole school didn't know so I was saved a bit but I felt so open, I wanted the ground to open and swallow me. I found out my friends set me up to be disgraced. Cos the guy had a nice record of turning girls down and I didn't know!" She finished and laughed alongside Zara at her story.

Eric jolted awake with a cry, cold sweat running down his back. The mansion was engulfed in darkness, with only a pale strip of moonlight through the window offering light to the room. His stomach lurched. He staggered up to get some water, but as he passed the bedroom, he heard a voice. Mia. "Evelyn's dead. Eric's drinking himself senseless every day. Don't worry. The pup is yours. Once I'm named Luna and the pack's assets are in my hands, we'll disappear. Just wait a bit longer. Alright. Love you."

I ask him, he had every single book around here, all genres and all kinds. "I like mafia books, want to read this one?" he ask picking one for the two of us, I nodded, taking the book from him, it's called "Monster in his eyes". "Let's begin my little mafia," I say with a smile, I took a seat o the sofa, allowing him to sit next to me, he had his legs laying over my lap, while I read the story about the mafia, about how the boss fell in love with the girl. "The Vitale are asses!" Eliot says, making me roll my eyes, sure, I love a mafia story, but reading about humans who are such a badass as Eliot put it, only made me feel pissed.