Fatale Homme Novels & Stories

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

My heart pounded heavily in my chest as I was about to be a victim of a shoot out. “Signor Amato?” I froze in my spot. The Amato? So it was true. They were here, in town. Even if an angel had come to rescue me before, they’d flee at the sight of an Amato. They were brutal killers who laid waste to an entire clan for some petty revenge, so I heard. I didn’t even need to know which. There were only two Amato men that existed on the surface of the earth. One was a little to old to carry out jobs himself. He had hoards of men who were willing to die for him. The other, figlio del diavolo, as they called him. The most dangerous man who lived by no moral code. Whispers of his name caused more deat

he raised his voice as he took the name, “he received a tape of a woman having sex with the enemy, which traumatised him completely.” A woman? The one who had tried to poison him? “Who was she?” “Nobody cared who she was. But everyone saw the look on Vitale’s face.” He laughed. “Especially because that poor girl ubit... killed herself after that. The capo couldn’t save her and he still regrets that, so it’s easier to get on his nerves, because he loses his shit every time someone brings it up.” My insides churned. “News like these spread like lesnoy pozhar.”

Salvatore let's go of me and strides towards the man in anger. "Cosa hai detto bastardo?" (What did you say bastard?) He grabs him from his brother. "Ho detto che tuo fratello sta per morire e non puoi farci niente" (I said, your brother is going to die and there is nothing you can do about it) he smirks, his distorted face seems all the more scarier. Salvatore punches him hard on the face, he falls down coughing blood, "morirà anche questa tua puttana, moriranno tutti" (this whore of yours will also die, everyone is going to die) the man screams defiantly.

do you know where I'm going? -No ... you wouldn't find them- says the man with a broken voice. Azael laughs again. -Don't you know who I am? The man shakes his head. Azael takes a few seconds to respond. A malicious smile forms on his face before he does so. -I'm Azael Volkov. Dutson's son. I feel the man's face go completely pale. We all watch the scene in silence, no one dares to speak. - That mafia is dead ...- he says in just a whisper.

he unleashed again a series of attack but it was not very effective and most of his attack was countered and made him blown away Kaye gives them some future attacks of the Gigante with her support most of the attacks of it were being dealt and they can fight back but it was not enough a man with a straw hat looks at them with disappointment, he just can’t watch them and yell. “morons! attack the heart area! that’s where that monster’s weakness! the group confused by the sudden announcement of the strange man and they don’t know who that person was but John Carl, Dessa, and Jimboy knows him it was Grim Reaper

While I looked at his terror-stricken and pale face, I grimly said, “How can a dead person play tricks?” He suddenly shuddered and held the back of his neck in fear. “Who is it?! Who’s playing tricks?!” I had never seen him this frightened, and it filled me with joy. I sneered and flew up behind him. “A spirit’s trying to play tricks on you, my dear Jaxon,” I added. Consequently, he shrieked and scrambled to run away. But despite his best attempts to stand up, his weak legs would not cooperate. He staggered and fell again. “I’m an atheist, so I’m not afraid of spirits. Get the hell away from me!”

He pulled me close and vowed, "I'll love you for the rest of my life, Evelyn. I'll never see you as less." I really did believe him back then. At 25, he wins the pack war again and emerges as the strongest Alpha. But he turns our mate bond into a joke. At the celebration dinner, during a thoughtless game of Truth or Dare with his secretary, Mia Sadler, he speaks across the mind-link to everyone. "Evelyn, you're painfully dull. You're not the least bit appealing, your scent is thin, and you can't even bear a pup. You're just dead weight. I wish you'd never been saved back then. I wish you'd died."

His brows furrowed as he tilted his head. “Of course. What is wrong?” “You know we went hunting down a demon that has been killing some locals?” “Yes, you said that in the note you left behind,” I mumbled. “What's wrong?" I asked yet again, not liking where the narration was going. “He is a shapeshifter, and he had an encounter with Liam.” His frown deepened as he stared at the wall. “What has that got to do with what's going on?” I asked, urging him to say more.