Female Astolfo Novels & Stories

the woman chuckled intercepting in between the thick and tense atmosphere that had taken over. “Before anything can you close your shirt buttons? It’s uncomfortable,” Alfeo said making me look at him to see that he was already looking at me. He must have seen the surprise on my face because he smiled slightly and leaned down to my ear. “You looked like you were about to vomit and to be honest I don’t like women who put themselves on display. They are just too easy for me.” It was strange how perceptible Alfeo had been about me. He had correctly gauged what I had been feeling and even acted for it. Unlike a certain someone who was only looking for ways to hurt me.

Alfredo didn't even want to show up to the party "You better stop this madness… I will never allow that girl here" "I don't care because she's my woman and I invited her tonight… if anything happens to her… you'll all pay, "Alfredo gave a warning glare to his mother and sister and stormed out of the living room. Antonia was speechless as she stood there in disbelief. Not just Luciano but even Alfredo was against her all because of women

"Do the women you slept with know about it too?" Chaol almost choked from the wine he was sipping. "The what?" Asty clutched onto the couch and looked away. "Y-You sleep with a lot of women, do you not, Count Chaol?" Asty's cheek started to blush in a faint tint of red. Chaol relished on the sight of her flustered face. She buried her face against the pillow she was hugging on her chest and pretended not to look at him by starting at the cookie jar.

And he hated it so much that he stopped drinking alcohol completely Yes, I know the truth. Alora is Alonso's true mate, not me. I have known it from the moment I first saw them together, the way his beast calmed in her presence. The connection between them is undeniable to anyone with eyes to see it. Anyone except Alonso himself, blinded by prophecy and my the presence of “the white wolf” I am not the white wolf. Not even close. In my bed, I think back to how this all began. I am Elena Algae, and I am nothing but a fraud.

one of the young women who was blonde voiced out. I clenched on the table knife and fought back the urge not to stab her ugly face. “Leia is actually the perfect girl for Jericho. Being the only daughter of Vatos Locos, I don’t expect decency from her. At least she’s fierce, powerful and smart which would be an advantage to our business. It’s left for Jericho to teach her our custom,” Alfonso said sternly in my defense. Well that is not necessarily a defense, he only sees me as a tool for business.

an unfamiliar voice greeted. "Giovanni, Pablo, Rafael! It's good to see you again," Andrea replied before three strangers appeared in the kitchen. "And who's this?" one asked instantly seeing me behind the counter. He was clearly Hispanic but obviously wanted me to understand what he was saying and could tell I was more likely to understand English. "Ah!" Andrea said his eyes lighting up. "This is my new bitch. Ella Jones, Luna of Alpha Leonardo Loren." "Loren's mate..." one said eyeing me. "Good catch, Andrea. But I've heard about her. Doesn't she give the Alpha a run for his money? Always running away, disobeying, talking back...ect..."

“She needs stitches.” He did. He worked quickly, cleaning the wound and stitching with a steady hand. The girl cried when the antiseptic touched her skin; my wolf stirred at the sound of pain, not because he claimed the girl but because pain was pain and I had no patience for people being ignored. When the final bandage was wrapped, the girl looked at me with clearer eyes. “You’re him,” she said. I raised an eyebrow. The woman beside her frowned, but the girl ignored her. “You’re the Alpha.”

“Why are you acting like an embarrassed tsundere kid, Alfonso? You are a grown thirty-two-year-old mafia Alpha. It’s not as if your sex life is all roses and pristine champagne. We both know you’ve had quite the number of women in your bed across the years. Don’t start playing the blushing virgin now.” “Those were normal women,” I shot back, throwing my hands up in exasperation. “Women who knew the rules, took their checks, and didn’t spend their free time calculating twelve different ways to sever my carotid artery with a rusty fork! There is nothing normal about Ivana Solokov, Callisto. Hell, that woman is fully capable of snapping my dick in half if I even breathe on her wrong!”

"I don't believe so. I'm not sure because you haven't found your mate yet." “Didnt you know I'm Caleigh Sanders? I am Alpha Chaste's mate!” she shouted angrily dashing into my side. She raised her right hand to punch me but I sidetracked causing her hand to pass me and her body was brought with her. "Oopss", I teased her. She gritted her teeth and face her back at me. I heard her murmur strange words making me worry a bit. "She's a witch." those words… she's a witch, I realized to myself. I have to be cautious around this girl.

Or the things she does online to supplement her shitty income. “Well, get on with it, then.” Alfeo flicks his hand to light a cigar. His slim, angular face looks even paler on the screen because of the smoke. “Time to diversify the gene pool, bruv. You're not getting any younger.” I scoff at his smirk and probing squint before I flip him off. “Don't butt-dial me again. I'm busy all week.” “Oh, I'm sure you are, stud,” he says with a shit-eating grin that shrinks his eyes into slits. “But if she turns out to be Lizbeth's clone, double-bag it if you must.”