Fatale Homme Novels & Stories

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.

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."

The gentleman seemed unamused. “Leave us alone before I call the cops.” Fatima furrowed her eyebrows. That voice is too familiar to her yet she doesn’t remember who it is from. The old man scoffed and tried punching the man but he caught his fist and twisted his arm. “AHHHH!” The screams of the old man catch the attention of other people. They all stared at Fatima, the gentleman, and the old man. “Who are you, huh, kid?” “Someone you shouldn’t mess with.” The gentleman smiled and the old man scoffed. He was about to punch again but they were interrupted by another man.

He immediately glanced over his shoulder and found a handsome man in a black robe standing silently behind him. Fausto did not pick up on the manʼs presence at all until just now. The manʼs piercing gaze seemed to bore into him. His murderous aura was so overwhelming that it made Fausto flinch and stumble a few steps backward. “You… Who are you? How did you get here undetected?” “You should finish what you were saying.” The handsome man began flatly, “I, the unsophisticated living being, will hear you out.” Fausto backed away even further and pointed at the man. “You… Youʼre James Caden! How did you get through the Dalentre Formation undetected?”

Emma, the fake heiress, and I were sold into an underground BDSM club. When my parents, the richest couple in the country, and my husband, Leo DeLuca, the feared Don of the DeLuca crime family, finally found us, I was bound with duct tape and covered in wounds. Emma lay beside me, heavily pregnant and unconscious. Three months later, doctors confirmed that her baby had died in the womb. She was the adopted daughter my parents had cherished for twenty years, and the girl my husband had never gotten over. My parents and husband went half mad, offering a nationwide one-hundred-million-dollar bounty for any lead on the person responsible. I was the only one who might have seen the culprit's face

“When Alice had all her lies about you falling into place, when you were fed up with the way people treated you and were ready to have someone on your side. I had to make sure you would believe me before I told you.” “You’re serious.” I study his face, but it’s unreadable. “Right.” I shake my head. “I’m not in the mood for jokes.” “I’m not making a joke.” He turns to me, and the moonlight is bright enough to see his eyes. There’s no laughter in them. No humor, no playfulness. They’re red. My breath stops short. "Oh my God," I breathe. "You know that you're not human. Humans don't have the kind of strength you do. And now you know that I'm not human either."

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.

She pinched her cheeks to ensure she wasn’t dreaming and screamed in delight when she felt the pain. “Yes! I’m fated with Redrigo McArthur X. Montenegro!” she shouted. “Amen,” came a man’s voice. “God? Is that you?” Katleya asked, looking around. “Yes. I am God. God of org*sm. Roar,” said the man, still hidden from Katleya’s view. “Hey! Who are you? Pervert!” Katleya shouted. A man suddenly jumped down from a tree and landed in front of her.