Fem Dante Novels & Stories

Alessandro, a master of deception, had a secret ally, a woman who had been waiting in the shadows for a moment just like this. Her name was Lucia Mancini, Dante's former fiancée. Lucia, a woman of immense power and ruthless ambition, had been a key player in the underworld for decades. She had loved Dante, and she had been betrayed by him. She had been cast aside for Isabella, and her humiliation had festered into a deep, consuming hatred. She had been waiting for the right moment to strike, and Amara's pregnancy, her sudden vulnerability, was the perfect opportunity.

“Just… try to look a little less like you fought a tornado next time.” Maria nodded frantically. “Yes, yes, of course. I’ll—uh—fix myself,” She twisted a button the wrong way, groaned softly, and tried again. I stepped closer, lowering my voice, “Listen to me carefully, Maria. Dante is… Dante. He’s charming, yes. Handsome, yes. But he’s also a man who takes what he wants and leaves when he feels like it.” Maria swallowed hard.

When he got to her thighs, he spread her legs wide to expose her beautiful cameltoe fully to his gaze and touch. “Yes.” She squirmed under his intense stare, trying not to get nervous. “You are so beautiful Lina, you’ve got the best Cameltoe, you are so beautiful Elena,” Dante said softly. His hands roamed all over her body, pausing here and there to trace some intricate patterns across her skin. Each time he did so, Elena moaned. Dante stared lustfully at her beautiful Cameltoe, one he had eaten a while ago. His hand parted her legs wide apart again and he sent his tongue shoving into her pussy.

"Don’t let Dante deceive you baby girl. I know he may make you feel otherwise, but the truth is that he doesn’t love you and can never love you. He only wants you for your lands and your pack. And the second you marry him and allow him to get the legal rights to those, he'll discard you and go back to the one woman he really wants." A bitter bile rose in my throat at this woman's audacity, but I swallowed it down, forcing my expression to stay neutral. "I have a feeling your itching to tell me about the 'one woman he really wants,' so go on, tell me, who exactly is the woman Dante wants?" The woman smiled even wider, "It's Amber of course. His fated mate and love of his life," she said, voic

I staggered backward, my back hitting the walk behind as I panted heavily. That name—Moretti—shouldn’t have been said in front of me. Whether he was the Moretti being referred to or not. “That’s him. The devil that caused your near-death.” Freya’s voice sliced through my thoughts. I turned toward the TV. Dante’s face filled the screen. He looked impossibly handsome, that smug smile everyone adored. Sienna showed up behind him, a smile on her face too. My stomach clenched as hate rose hot and bitter.

Luciana, how could I forget? The first and only woman Dante ever loved. Dante isn’t the type to notice women. He doesn’t have hobbies or any particular type. He’s just a regular guy, jacked, hairy, and ridiculously good-looking, who would never join the guys to whistle at a girl. He keeps to himself, watches football or whatever sport is on TV, and he’s only ever dated two women. Unbelievable for his age, but it’s true. Aside from me, there was only one other girl Dante loved, Luciana. He told me once, casually, when we first started dating.

she said, then disappeared down the hallway. “Patin?” Cassandra called out, reaching for the door. She knocked, once, twice, three times, nothing. She held the door handle and twisted it open, announcing “I'm coming in,” She opened the door to an empty room. For a brief moment, she took in the luxurious interior. Just then, the bathroom door hissed open, steam spilling into the room. Dante stepped out, his body bare with only a white towel strapped to his waist. His hair was wet, the water dripping down his body. A dark, coiling serpent tattoo stretched from his right arm across his chest, its scales seemed to glisten in the light.

“I’ve heard Dante knows what he’s doing in bed. A friend of mine was with him years ago. Said his cock is… well, let’s just say she could barely walk the next day.” “Oh please,” the first woman cut in. “Good sex isn’t enough to keep a man like Dante. She’s too young to understand his appetites. I’ve heard the rumors. The man has a taste for pain and pleasure, the kind of things that would make an innocent girl run screaming.” “Exactly,” the second woman agreed. “He needs someone who can handle being tied up, being used, being pushed to the edge and beyond. Someone who won’t break when he gets rough. And that little girl? She’ll cry the first time he shows her what he really wants.”

Dante said, pushing past them and out the door. They all stare at each other and sighed. ‐-----‐-‐------- As Dante walked downstairs, he sighted Rebecca seated on the couched, dressed in gown that stopped at her ass , exposing all of her, her boobs were exposed as well unlike Alessia who would dress in an ugly cloth and still look breathtaking. upon see Dante, she rushed and throw her self cheaply on him, but he pushed her gently away just to click on a familiar message on his phone.. "Boss ... she is on a date with her fiance at Diamond hotel"

My hand was Dante's now, and through me a delicate truce had been forged. Dante lifted his glass, his words slow and deliberate. “I’ve known Isidora Moretti most of my life. She’s smart, stubborn, impossible to outmaneuver…” His eyes met mine, something sharper than ridicule in them. “…and the only woman who’s ever forced me to fight to win.” A wave of laughter rolled through the audience. My cheeks burned. Dante raised his glass, his smile lethal. “To my fiancée—the one woman who could turn an enemy into an ally.” Glasses clinked. Applause thundered. The charade was sealed.