Fem Dante Novels & Stories

Dante entered his Club through a private entrance and instantly scantily servants appeared, ‘Qual è il tuo desiderio, Maestro?’ [What is you desire Master?] They all knelt before him submissively and for some reason it only fuelled the anger already burning inside him, ‘Torna nella tua fottuta cella, sceglierò le donne che voglio’ [Get back to your fucking cell, I will chose the women I want.]

And if that was to be the home of she and her many women, they had to be occupying a wide stretch of lands. The few colonies Djurek has in the northern lands were small and sparsely populated. And since this clown of women cannot occupy a small space, there was a high chance that she was in the colony that belonged to Dante. Another dart of unease coursed through my veins again, this time it twisted my heart into knots, a patch of goosebumps spreading across my skin. Dante hated women like her. He hated women who had the easy will to refute and ignore men. Something who was definitely not right, I could feel it in the air, my spirit could just sends it.

She said. "I don't know about that..." Ella said. "Once Dante has set his mind on something, he usually makes sure to get it done." "But it can't happen. I'm already a Fimbar." She argued. "Helena, Dante wouldn't care about that. He..." "What I'd I'm pregnant?" Helena asked. Another look was shared between the three of us. "Come again?" Ella asked. "What if I am already pregnant with a Fimbar baby? Would that still mean that I am a Fimbar? Would Dante still marry me off?"

He'd never seen Matteo as a real threat. Sure, they'd known each other for years, but Serafina wasn't the type of woman who survived on emotional connection alone. Her beauty required expensive maintenance. Her lifestyle demanded the kind of wealth only the Ravenna family could provide. Serafina had her own career. She admired power. That was why Dante had spent years pining for her in silence, waiting until he'd proven his worth in both the family's legitimate businesses and underground operations. Only after he became Don and earned the respect of the family's senior members did he finally confess his feelings.

Water pounded over our joined bodies, making our skin slick and slippery. “Fuck yes,” Dante groaned, teeth bared in feral pleasure. “This cunt was made for me. Only me. No other man will ever touch what’s mine again. I’ll kill anyone who even looks at you with hunger in their eyes. You’re my wife. My breeding doll. My perfect, obedient little cumslut.”

Viviana’s message felt like a lifeline. Dante did not hesitate. He followed her instructions at once and drove to her apartment. When he pushed open the door, a figure lunged at him. Viviana wore revealing lace lingerie and draped herself over him. “Don Fumagalli, you finally came. I knew you still cared about me the most.” She pressed closer, her fingertips trailing across his chest. Dante froze, and disgust washed over him. He raised his hand and shoved her away without mercy.

~GENERAL~ Once they got into Dante’s study, Thelma rushed to him. “What was that, Dan? Who is she, and why is she here?” she demanded, hands on her hips, chin lifted until their faces were level. Ignoring her dramatic reaction, Dante sank into his chair. “That’s Camille. She’s my mate.” The words were quiet and final. Thelma stared at him for a few seconds, then burst into hysterical laughter. “What!” she spat.

This close, I swore I could feel the warmth radiating off his body. “Tell me, Amara,” His gaze was on the dark body of water. “How high do you think you can fly?” I dipped a second finger into the water. Then a third. My stomach tightened even more, but I poured my focus on the water instead. “As long as this cage lets me.” Dante dropped a hand on the ledge, seemingly contemplative. He turned to me once more, face emotionless but eyes holding a certain rage that threatened to choke me. “Then you’ll burn nonetheless.”

Vera's POV Dante slammed Daemon against the wall again with even more force than before, and the sound of marble cracking echoed through the silent hall as more fractures spread across the surface like lightning strikes frozen in stone. "Vera is my mate," Dante declared, his layered voice carrying to every corner of the room as he made sure there was no confusion about his claim. "My mate, my Luna, my chosen partner and equal, and anyone who disrespects her, anyone who dares to insult her or make her cry, will face my wrath without mercy or hesitation."

Dante spat back, his dark eyes narrowing as he glared at the two of us standing together. "Fantine is not a fool, Dante, she is my Luna and the future leader who is going to undo all the damage you caused in this valley over the last twenty years," I told him, taking one slow step forward toward the desk while keeping my blade angled low. "Don't take another step toward this desk, boy, or I will unscrew this jar and throw this entire cup of wolf-bane powder directly into your eyes before you can even reach my chair," Dante warned, his fingers tightening around the glass rim while his thumb rested on the pistol hammer.