Fatale Homme Novels & Stories

Zelest muttered. I stood, frozen like a fool as my wolf roared “Mate!” inside me. Fate had played a cruel joke on me. The person I hated most was my mate. And to make things worse—he was a man.

Nelson works for our pack’s construction company. “Justin, I knew your father. He and I were close friends. I remember you at his funeral. I wish I had done more for you. I didn’t know how to help at the time. I could have taken you in. I could have cared for you. I understand now that it is not your fault that you are here. But we should blame that man who disguised himself as a father figure to you. I have no questions for you Justin. I only offer my apologies. One pack member’s failure is a product of all our failures. We failed you, Justin.”

He cares about no one but himself, he is inhuman, I can’t believe I fell for him. "Here is your money." Abu threw a bag of cash at me. How inhuman is he? Despite everything he did, he feels like it’s okay, he has no shame and he thinks his filthy money is going to cover up for what he did. But thinking about it makes me feel like I’m the murderer, if I didn’t sign that contract, Khalil will be fine. He will be okay, nothing would have happened to me. "Afraah, please leave. It’s getting very late." Abu said

"No. But don't worry, he's just out of the town and will never come back. I didn't kill him or something, so relax, Maddy." I relieved by that. Felix is an asshole but he's nothing compared to Lucius or his men, especially the butler of the year — Henry. I'm glad he just made him disappear but didn't kill him. No matter what Felix had done, he is still a human and what he did is not heavy enough to give him a dead sentence. Anyone of us isn't in the place to give such punishment to any human. "By the way, where do you want to hold the wedding?"

Phil was approached by a young man who had light brown hair, was of average height and weight, and was of average height and weight. "I am José Grayson, the last of my line," he said. "I am the only one left in my family." "I am the only member of my family still alive." "As the one who will eventually take my place as Alpha, I beg of you to take my life if you must, but to spare my pack. Please don't take my life, but if you must, leave my pack alone. This wasn't the fight that happened between the two of them. Because of my uncle's misguided desire, I do not want them to suffer the consequences of his actions.

They saw that this unidentified man was taller than everyone in the parlour. "Please calm down, he's someone with good intentions." Lavana tried to lessen the tension. "Good intentions?" Mel asked and took another look at the man before them. His vibes exhibited that he had killed more than 10 people. He was also wearing a hood so they can only see his mouth which only formed a small smile. "Who's he? You know him?" Rolandro asked. Lavana nodded. "Yes, he's someone close to me." "Is he your brother or kin or friend?" Regina asked.

The blue man laughed, his dark eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror, "you're quite mouthy. " He shrugged, "but I supposed that's to be expected. My name is Sheamus Creeden. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Stewart." My blood ran cold. Everyone knew about Sheamus. He was the number one potion gangster in our world. His black market potions, spells, charms and hexes were well known, of the highest quality and usually, utterly fatal. "Nice to meet you too. " Ben muttered, pulling me into his lap.

"Wait, think about this. A girl like her—innocent face, that body—she's exactly his type." "Whose type?" The eager one smiled. "Mr. Vitale's. Everyone knows he has... particular tastes. Why waste her on ourselves when we could present her as a gift? If he's pleased, he might remember our generosity." Vitale. Lorenzo Vitale. "Will he be here tonight?" someone asked. The eager man opened his mouth to respond— "Are you inquiring about Don Vitale's whereabouts?" The voice came from the shadows. A man emerged from the darkness. Tall, lean, with dark hair and eyes that missed nothing. His face was expressionless, but something in his stillness radiated menace.

The screen held on that face. The hall didn't react immediately. It took a moment. Then the sound that moved through the crowd wasn't shouting. It was something quieter and more devastating than shouting. The sound of a foundation giving way. Soren. The High Priest of the Covenant. The architect of the Masquerade. The man who had presided over a thousand years of Camarilla law. The man Lucian had spent his entire existence trying to become. Lucian's hand dropped from the control panel. He stood completely still.

"Can I get my usual?" "Coming right up." I found my usual table in the corner and collapsed into the chair. My hands were shaking. My eyes were burning with tears I refused to shed. Three weeks. In three weeks, I'd be Mrs. Diego De Luca. I'd be trapped in a house with a man who'd never smiled. A man who'd killed his own uncle. A man who buried people alive. The rumors swirled in my head. Diego De Luca. The Deadliest Man Alive. He doesn't smile. He doesn't joke. He doesn't play games. He kills without remorse. He's a predator in a thousand-dollar suit.