Fatale Homme Novels & Stories

Tammy motioned me to join her behind a counter “ who are you, kid?” a very manly voice vibrated from behind me. “ She’s here to help, Tiger” Tammy quickly chipped in. I turned my head to the direction of the voice and met the red eyes of a man who has tattoo all over his body. “ is she red?” he asked Tammy, his eyes checking me out. “ Absolutely boss” Tammy said as she giggled. “ What’s your name kid?” “ Hailey?” I said, as I averted his gaze.

Nikolai stared at the man with his usual frigid expression right up until the moment that the man climbed up on the railings, jumped and fell to his death. He shifted his void gaze to Flavio, tilting his head, thinking where he had gone wrong the last time they fought each other. He should have been dead by now. And he admitted to himself that it is a bit careless on his part not to investigate closely if he indeed died when he shot him, but who in the devils would have thought that this menace could survive even the fire? “Vagabondi inutili!” (Useless tramps!)

Even though the poison in her body had been neutralized, she was still weak but one look at that man and she was on her defense already. "Oh my! To think that I still haven't been introduced here. Right, he couldn't. The circumstances didn't let him tell you about me." He moved closer to us and squatted right beside us. I felt Astra's body tense up. Patting my head, he said, "I am Amon, the alpha of the pack that is attacking yours right now, you know that. You know I am the one that started this. But what you do not know is..."

Then, expressionless, I told him, “People’s inherent flaws are in their bones. Sooner or later, they will surface. Asking this is meaningless.” Joel smiled bitterly, rubbed his face, and left. Not long after, Yorks Corporation filed for bankruptcy. On the way back home with his parents, Joel was involved in a car accident. Perhaps it was karmic retribution. A head injury left him deaf, and his left leg could no longer walk normally. He became partially disabled. His parents were fine, just minor concussions that would heal with time. Someone in the hospital said, “Joel lay on the bed, crying and laughing at the same time, muttering over and over that this was retribution to what he had done.

A horrible vision clawed its way into my skull spoken by a man I had never heard before. The world tilted backwards as I watched my son, still just a boy then, the young Alpha Lucifer. His small hands were already stained with shadows. Beside him stood the man who had shaped him—the one who looked like hell itself had worn a man’s face. He gave the order without hesitation, his voice sharp enough to cut bone. “Dig her up,” he commanded. “Dig the blonde woman I murdered in his name, the one who spoke of her luck.” Lucifer obeyed, his thin arms clawing at the earth until the grave split open. Not a woman greeted him, but a rabbit—its body small, fragile, broken. My breath caught. Even the dead

With an obscene smile, the fat man began to unbuckle his belt. Knowing that she couldn't get free from the tight hold, tears of despair streamed down her face. "Daniel!" she sobbed out. She didn't know why he was the first person in her mind, but she yelled for him desperately. Closing her eyes and readying herself for the worse, an angry fist broke through the helpless night. Billy, the fat man, groaned in pain as he fell onto the ground like a motionless pig.

A trace of fatique flashed in his eyes: "I was the one planning all this. Of course I wanted it to go smoothly. How could I have predicted this? If you want to blame someone, blame that person from Seattle!" The man turned to the side: "We'll deal with that person ourselves. Right now, the problem is you. Understand?" He glanced sideways, pulled a small knife from his waist, and lunged at the man, but the other moved even faster, leaving only a blur behind. The man shook his head gently: "Attacking me is a very unwise move." He roared: "Do I have a choice? Now that I've failed, I'm worthless!" The man said in a low voice: "Sir will decide your fate. Futile actions are pointless."

That had ruined her plan and let the cat out of the bag. Kevin's expression soured now that he knew he'd been cheated on. He clenched his fists tightly and ordered, "Bring me all the men who have red marks on their wrists! I'll kill them!" Soon, four men were brought before him. Aside from the vampire, who was the most handsome one, the other men were well-built werewolves. I glanced at the vampire knowingly. Meredith had always had a thing for handsome, humorous men. The vampire definitely had a face that would enthrall her. It explained why she'd risked it all to fall into bed with him.

Covering for him, I let him go inside first, and Nathan takes over from me, covering both our backs as I run to catch up with him. He’s already found her. “Your mate is dead.” he says simply, like he was talking about the weather. “I’m sure you must have felt your connection sever.” he continues, standing casually by the door. Greta and some other man stand in the corner, teeth gritted, obviously terrified, but resolute. “A child that kills his father. You’ve come a long way, I’m sure your mother will be proud.” “Of course she will,” I say quickly, before he had the chance to dwell on it.