Fatale Homme Novels & Stories

“She threatens the Alpha bloodline as she has mated to our young Alpha. With these facts, I sentence her to death.” “Drop the knife!” A deep voice booms as the double doors shake the walls they slam into. Luke hesitates, holding me in place. His hand shakes like he’s fighting against himself. The man enters, looking murderous. Zak looked just like him, from his hair to his jawline and facial structure. “Lucas, let the girl go. That is a command!”

The pretty but too thin creature knelt down and put his hands on his thighs as he bowed his head in obedience. "Another one of whatever he's having for him, bourbon straight for me,” Fat Tom said to the waiter who appeared. Once they were alone again, the fat feline finally introduced himself. "I am Gran Martelli of the Martelli Syndicate. Relax, I am not that Martelli. I'm his cousin. There are some odd things going down at my totally legit warehouse and I think I may have gotten tangled up in a big ball of yarn, if you know what I mean." Hades sighed. "Let me guess, you got into it with a Teffald or you got it on with a Teffald and your rival families are angry."

He slid a photograph across the table. Luca’s gaze dropped to it. A man. Mid-twenties. Sharp cheekbones, full mouth twisted in a defiant half-smirk. Storm-gray eyes that looked straight into the camera like a challenge. Dark hair falling artfully over his forehead. Beautiful in a way that felt dangerous. “My youngest,” Vitale said. “Alessio.” The room went dead silent. Then chaos. “You’re joking,” one of Giovanni’s capos spat. “A fag? You’re offering us a—”

an old man shouted, waving his fist. Josephine turned to see a sleek black Mercedes-Benz parked outside, and a tall man emerged from it. He looked composed, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit. He handed the old man a wad of cash, his expression calm but apologetic. “Is that…?” Josephine’s voice trailed off as the man approached. Becky leaned in, whispering. “That’s Julian Highlander, the richest man in town. Owns half the businesses here.” Josephine’s heart skipped a beat. Julian. The name stirred memories.

I would gladly let those cunts watch their General die. Abaddon lurched again, but his movements were slow, and his attack lacked precision. He aimed for my throat, just like I knew he would. He wanted to end this fight quickly. He was bleeding out. He was in pain. And he was furious. I lifted my head, exposing my neck. His burning eyes locked on my throat. That was when I knew his rage had taken away his reasoning. That was his third and final mistake.

Before the injured man could react, he grabbed a handful of his thick black hair and shoved him to the snowy ground, pressing a leather boot into the back of his skull. "This man," Salvatore hissed, "is Adriano Morretti—the Dark Lord, the heir, and the Don of the Moretti family. And you," he growled, digging his heel into the man's skull, "are nothing but a pathetic worm.” The color drained from the man's face, leaving him a pale ghost of his former self. He stumbled backwards, a frantic scurry that ended with him falling to his knees, his body wracked with tremors. His hands clasped before him in a futile attempt at placation, he begged for forgiveness.

Maximilian had said that he had no idea what I was talking about when he said that he did not know Jade, and I thought he was trying to play me when he actually did not know Jade. I was played by Alexander and Maximilian. The two Narcissistic Brothers. I was not smart enough to notice the loop holes. I was too ready to get this over with that I did not think that there was something wrong somewhere. “You bastard”, I cried. “Why did you kill Jade? Why are you doing this?” “What happened to Jade is very tragic. Well not to me, but to you. The reason I killed her cannot be said to you, but to me she deserved it. Maybe when you understand the Mafia world better, I will tell you about it.”

Falvio looks at Jaques and says "No you won't. You know why?" Falvio leaves Ines at the top of the stairs and starts walking down step by step and says "My father didn't expect the spineless little boy to kill him. But I am prepared for you" Falvio stands in front of Jaques and says "You wanted me dead like my father but I am not giving you that satisfaction. You wanted to see me ruin my life, get in some serious trouble so that you could prove i am like my father. but no, I am not Raffaele. I am Falvio. I will not die his death but you will see death. Just not for me"

a man shouted out from the hall. Perfect. Who the hell is this guy? Shit, my brain clicks into motion and I recognise the guy from her photograph. His hair isn't as long but it's still jet black with that distinctively straight nose. What's really pissing me off is the way he's looking at Selene, completely bypassing me. "Adam?" Selene exclaimed and just like the roller coaster metaphor I have used on countless women in the past, it was my turn for the pit of my stomach to plunge in fear.

The night prior had seen me tossing and turning, a turbulent sea of thoughts churning within me as I contemplated the impending encounter with Antonio, my betrothed. Antonio Luca, a name that carried with it an aura of dread and an air of mystique. Over the months leading up to this juncture, I had delved into the depths of research concerning this enigmatic figure. My findings, culled from various sources including newspapers, painted a haunting portrait of a man rumored to have single-handedly taken the lives of fifteen individuals, earning him the chilling moniker "The Death Angel of Doom." Though official channels may have debunked these claims, my intuition whispered a truth that refuse