Fatale Homme Novels & Stories

Because silence instantly filled the room, thick and heavy. He had rejected her. Publicly. Brutally. Yet his wolf still claimed her. Dangerously. Possessively. Kael’s jaw tightened, a muscle ticking beneath his skin. Then his gaze darkened further. “And now,” he finished coldly, “you die.” The attack happened instantly. Kael lunged across the room with terrifying speed, a blur of black and fury. The masked man barely dodged in time before the Alpha’s claws ripped through the stone wall behind him, leaving gouges deep enough to bury a hand.

the king demanded, his voice trembling. The guard stumbled forward, falling to his knees before the throne. He looked up, his eyes wide with terror. "It was not what we bargained for, sir. She...she..." "She what?" Seraphina yelled, impatiently. Her hand twitched towards the hilt of her sword, itching to draw it. The guard swallowed hard, his throat dry. "She's not human. She's a wolf, sir. A werewolf, your highness, and she...she killed everyone of us. I only managed to escape..."

"Daddy." Her father dropped to the floor, dead. "I guess we're done with that piece of garbage," Alessandro laughed loudly. "Did you get that on camera?" He asked one of his men. "Yes boss," the person responded. "Upload it on the mafia group chat with the caption, who wants to play another game? This one wasn't that much fun." He said, his voice starting enthusiastically and then lacking. "Alessandro, you'll pay for this. I swear it on my life!!!" Rita sobbed, struggling with the man that held her.

Daniel was standing right next to Gloria with his hands folded over his chest in an alert pose. I turned my head toward The man fighting against Alessio was a bulgy, muscled man with a big black moustache. The reminder of Gloria’s words came to me again… ‘Leo will die today’. With my heart racing, I watched as they both came in the middle of the ground.

"Don't come anywhere close to me" Ava took a step backward sobbing, she thought he was going to turn his back and leave, but her hope shattered when he took another step towards her. Ava had seen his profile and she had decided not to have anything to do with him. Don Drexel Mason popularly known as the snitch killer or the grim reaper, is the most dreaded Mafia Assassin in the underworld, not just in that country he was known all over the underworld in the whole continents.

He was a little annoyed, and grabbed Gu Dante’s shoulder with his hand, trying to pull him back vigorously. Dante made a turn, getting away from his hand easily. The fat man wanted to swear. But when he saw Dante’s appearance, he opened his mouth in an instant and could not utter a word. Pointing at Dante, he thought for a long time, and finally came up with three words. "Dante Moretti?" Dante squinted slightly, ignoring him. But when he was about to go in, the fat man laughed and said, "I heard you like men?"

“I didn’t touch the man Alejandro, you were here. And he is old, whats the fuss anyways.?” “That’s the former state attorney Marcella, Davide Colombo, can’t you see?” I scanned the mans face carefully then shook my head. “No. I cant, I don’t recognize him.” I said. “Damn. This is bad” my brother said more frustrated. “Everybody just calm down, lets think of something” uncle Tee stated. “The fucking state attorney just died in the darkroom of our club and you say we should calm down?” My brother asked and started pacing.

Both of them were completely serious now—no jokes, no bravado. The winter-clad man took a moment to calm himself before speaking. "Mary's dead. Channing's dead. Guillermo's dead. All of them… killed by the same person. Damn it, that guy is insanely strong! And his ability… it's bizarre. He can crush someone to death with sheer force, and somehow… make them vanish!" The tank-top man stared in disbelief. "You're not losing it from fright, are you?" "See for yourself!" the winter-clad man said, pressing his hand against the tank-top man's temple.

"I don't get how you could come here. Fate does have some pranks to play to us, don't they." "You are not Cain," she whispered tightly. "I'm surprised you only noticed that now. Indeed. I'm not him. He must be dead by this moment anyway. While I sent humans after you, I sent some magical beasts to him," the man laughed manically as he threw his neck back. "Only that Dominic one could kill those magical beasts while that human? It will only take three second for him to be ripped apart limbs by limbs."

he said, his eyes resting on the glass in his hand. A man came in just as the door creaked open. He seemed to be in his mid twenties, just like Damien. You could pass them off as age mates. While Damien had jet black hair, his hair was blonde, and his skin was paler than Damien's. He was dressed in a white long sleeves T-shirt and black pants... Something Damien wouldn't wear. Damien was an all black person. "Sir" Lucas called out, bowing his head "Speak" Damien replied, twirling the glass in his hand indifferently as he stared at it