Fatale Homme Novels & Stories

'Figlio de puttana! "You obviously failed to kill the Godfather. I saw him ride a car earlier." Another laugh came from the tall man before him. Then Adriano crouched, leveling himself so he could stare at Rome's blood-drenched face. His dark eyes were looking straight at Rome's weak amber orbs. "You obviously didn't find the Amati too. I saw him fighting like the Black Knight earlier. Fierce. Bold. But never enough to kill the king. Such a waste of money and time." "Get. Off. My. Face."

Every single man who had heckled and ridiculed him was dead. Horrified beyond speech, the entire tavern fell silent as a necropolis that even the clatter of a needle on the floor could be distinctly heard. Who would have thought a fair and handsome young man could be so cruel and brutal while wielding such inhuman strength and power. Those who had remained silent during the fracas earlier were quietly glad they had stayed their tongue, lest they too would have paid the price of their insolence. "That's a lesson you'll remember forever. This is what we call 'femme fatale'," said an elderly man to a little boy.

Alas, it would not save them from my blades. "Salamander is dead I presume? Well, a little sacrifice for what is to come," The man gloated. I remained silent. This was his turf and he wanted to headline this blood fest then so shall it be. I let him run his mouth. He adjusted his leather jacket with the sketched top skull of a dog with a large canine. He wore tight leather pants and black boots. His chest was bare save for badly drawn tattoos filling it up. "My condolences about your father. He was one tough son of a bitch, El Diabolos. That's what they called him," The dead man talking said.

"I have a meeting with Alpha Romano today." "Oh, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, especially seeing as you ran here, but Alpha Romano's meetings have been canceled today in preparation for the Maiden Banquet Dinner. " Seeing the disappointment on my face, he began speaking again, "Former Alpha Milo was supposed to send out notices to all the people meeting with Alpha Grayson today." "Well, that explains why I didn't get my notice," I mutter. Let me get your name; I'll send him a mind link and see if he has any spare time to meet with you this morning." The warrior replied, his face friendly towards me.

Dumb right? I bumped into someone when I took the next turn sending their drink flying out of their hand, and all over my shirt. I reached for her hand to hold her steady, she almost slipped. “Oh, my God, you have no idea how sorry I-” The woman did not even let me land. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? CAN’T YOU WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING? ARE YOU STUPID, OR DUMB, OR JUST PLAIN BLIND?”

She said while walking out and I got back to work **** “Shit,” someone said from the other end “What is wrong,” I asked “The woman escaped with the two kids but we have the man. He was too weak to escape with them” the man from the other end said “What?!!, split yourselves and find them” Angelina screamed “What the hell!!, how were they able to escape?” I thought “Sir we could not find the woman and her son but we found the girl,” the guy from the other end said “Shit! just bring the girl and meet us at the warehouse,” I said

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

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.

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.