Fatale Homme Novels & Stories

You look like Slender Man," He says, then bursts into laughter. ''Ha ha ha really funny. Now stop it.'' I say this in a serious tone. '' I am sorry,'' he says, pulling himself together. '' So give the details of your deadly plan,'' he says, turning his back and pulling out of his cupboard a box of pancake mix. ''First, have you gotten any new information from my father?'' ''No everything I found is a dead end. It's like this man has never existed. '' '' Now the day that I found Bella dead near her body was a note. A note with two names in it. Alberto Vittorio and Dominick Costello. I don't know who they are, but from what I can tell, they belong to the mafia world.''

"What if he was chasing the alpha who did this to him? Not to mention, he smells like he would take all the alphas at this party without feeling it." The whole room held its breath, waiting for the outcome of the man's stupidity. Xavier didn't glance at him. "What's your name?" "Matteo Romano," the other replied, haughty. The alpha hummed. "I wonder why people don't value their life." Matteo shrugged, crossing his arms in confidence. "I can help you—" The man's head suddenly tipped backwards and he fell to the floor with a wet splat. Bystanders had blood staining their clothes and the rest watched in horror as blood rapidly began to pool around the dead body.

His fist connected before the name had time to settle. The punch snapped Vitale’s head sideways. Blood spilled from his mouth as the chair rattled violently against the floor. Vitale coughed, then slowly lifted his head, eyes glazed but alive. A crooked smile spread across his face. “Oh,” he chuckled hoarsely. “The almighty Dante De Salvador.” That was a mistake. Dante struck him again. And again. And again. Each punch was precise. Controlled. Fueled by years of unanswered questions and buried rage. Vitale’s laughter turned into broken gasps, his smugness fading as pain took over.

She was disgusted with this person, how could someone treat a dead person like that. “Maledetto bastardo!” She heard the man’s thick voice followed by a laughter which broke into ripple of laugh. The man seemed crazy to the core to Isabel. She was astounded with such a human being who enjoyed someone’s death. Her nose flared in rage. Tears kept rolling down her eyes, she was shivering violently seeing the video. She wiped her tears, braving herself for the gruesome scene but Then the man finally moved towards the camera exposing his face with a malicious smile on his face. He spread his arms keeping the cigar in between his teeth and sang, “The last win is always Mine…”

The fat man was suddenly appeared Cheng Bite Jin got lost, and was the leader of the gangster said some words to lose the main opinion, behind the fat man, a strong big man, thick body, nonchalantly bumped away from the fat man: "This fart! Dead fat man, if you don't do it, I'll do it!" The big and strong man was carrying a baseball bat in his hand, and with a vicious blow, he rushed forward and smashed it. "Look, let's do it this way, dead fat guy, at first we agreed that the one who smashes people with his hands will get more money. Our brothers and sisters see you as a loser, so far is still a child, for fear that you can not find a woman, big brother only this good job fell on your head.

His eyes dilated. “Oh,” Katherine had forgotten to put the picture back in the drawer and she didn’t want Celeb to see it, but it was too late now. “That’s my friend.” She said softly. “He is Italian.” She grinned and Celeb glanced at her face. “You like him?” He raised the left corner of his brows curiously. “No, I don’t.” Katherine said immediately, but she watched Celeb tilt his head and made a face. “Well, he doesn’t like me---“

Marcus added as he walked out of the room. Nera let out a cry, all the dreams she had planned for shattered with just a stupid message. He could not even face her and tell her to her face, but he had to send a stupid message. In France, Frank, whose left side of his body was now feeling numb, sat on a bench and beating himself up for all the wrong moves he made. An old woman who had spotted him seated there for a long time joined him and sat next to him. She spoke to him in French but did not receive any response.

The smell of petrol and coal tar filled their nostrils they looked at each other in silence with the effect of the alcohol washing off immediately. "What was that?" Jason whispered. "Sean is that an animal?... Oh please tell me it's not a human being" he cried. They carefully stepped off the car and moved to the front. Once they saw the twisted human figure lying lifelessly on the ground in a pool of blood Jason froze... "Jason let's go! Now!!!.." Sean hollered but Jason stood not moving an inch. "Hey ... Hey! Look let's get out of here before people see this, it was a mistake!!"

“She threatens the Alpha bloodline as she has mated to our young Alpha. With these facts, I sentence her to death.” “Drop the knife!” A deep voice booms as the double doors shake the walls they slam into. Luke hesitates, holding me in place. His hand shakes like he’s fighting against himself. The man enters, looking murderous. Zak looked just like him, from his hair to his jawline and facial structure. “Lucas, let the girl go. That is a command!”

He slid a photograph across the table. Luca’s gaze dropped to it. A man. Mid-twenties. Sharp cheekbones, full mouth twisted in a defiant half-smirk. Storm-gray eyes that looked straight into the camera like a challenge. Dark hair falling artfully over his forehead. Beautiful in a way that felt dangerous. “My youngest,” Vitale said. “Alessio.” The room went dead silent. Then chaos. “You’re joking,” one of Giovanni’s capos spat. “A fag? You’re offering us a—”