Fortunato Depero Novels & Stories

Ferman’s Mansion “This is karma for the Boraque family—what happened at his granddaughter’s birthday! Can you believe he was the one who bought our Hacienda in America? And not only that, he even sold our company and house in America too, that wretched old man!” Donita said angrily to Furtiza/Elijah. But Furtiza/Elijah stayed silent, still thinking about the resemblance between Lucifer and Lejandro, realizing that the two looked alike. “Hey! What are you thinking about again? I’ve been talking nonstop here!”

He turned it over in his hand, his thumb smoothing over the splintered edge where the wood had snapped during the crash. "You never told me where you found this," he said softly, shifting the subject away from the blood and the contracts. "A small shop near the piazza," I said, a faint smile touching my lips as I remembered the quiet morning before the world fell apart. "The old man who carved it told me it belonged to a set. He said the wood came from an old olive tree that had survived a lightning strike. He called it fortunato—lucky."

"I'll work for you under one condition." I say. "What's that?" "You'll marry me", He smirks revealing breathtaking dimples "Are you sure about that?." I pause for a moment then look straight into his eyes "I'm sure." I would marry Giovanni D'Errico and find a way to get back my fortune. Whatever it takes. Emily Rivera is trapped in a loveless marriage of three years with an unfaithful husband which eventually ends up in divorce papers. Devastated and heartbroken, she goes back to her parents' house and is even more devastated when she finds out her father was dead, she is hit with an even more shocking revelation, her father Alfonso Rivera had left behind a billion d

Shadows exploded outward in a wave of darkness—and then began to unravel. Lucian’s eyes widened, his grip on his sword faltering. “No… this isn’t… how it ends…” Selene met his gaze, unwavering. “It ends with the light, Lucian. It ends with hope.” The darkness receded like a dying storm. Lucian crumpled, his armor cracking, shadows fleeing his body like rats from a sinking ship. His final breath was a ragged exhalation—then nothing but silence. Selene staggered back, exhausted, the Lunaris Blade now dull and lifeless in her hand.

A part of me hoped they had broken up, but the other part of me hated to see a frown on her perfect face. I was so lost in thought that I hadn’t noticed the man lurking up ahead. I didn’t recognize him, though he had to be around our age. He spots El and a disgusting smile stretches across his face. He staggers towards her, obviously drunk. I inch closer, not wanting to interfere unless I absolutely had to. “Well, hello.” He says, blocking her path. I can see that El is immediately uncomfortable. She crosses her arms over her body and takes a small step back, not taking her eyes off the guy.

A drop of water fell on my eye, I looked around and noticed a change in weather. This is bad, no cab on the road and rain is about to fall. What am I gonna do? As I continued walking, a black AMG Benz stopped by the side of the road and rolled down the window glass "Come inside, I will drop you off," He said I looked at the person and realized it is the doughnut guy. I looked around, the weather was getting worse. "Thank you" I said once I entered the car "I’m Rayan" He said At least now I don’t have to call him doughnut guy. "Afraah." I awkwardly said

His body suddenly shivered as he groaned uncontrollably as he came. Vincent finally got what he wanted most after flying from New York to Venice. But he never thought that he would suffer for what he did. Angela kept raping him all night long, making him dry like a dry cactus in the desert. Now, he would think twice before turning his angel into a demon of lust. ******

Reporters were asking so many questions like ‘ Mr. Salvatore is she your wife?’ ‘Did she marry you because of money?’ ‘Sir ,is it true that your marriage is arranged?’ ‘Mr. Salvatore did you marry her because she is pregnant with your child?’ ‘Sir is she pregnant ?’ Erthan and I ignore them and we made our way into the ballroom, the decoration was beautiful it was a rose gold theme. Every corner of the ballroom was screaming money They did spend much on the decoration I am sure

I asked. Vincent gazed at me for a brief moment and it dawned on me. "Oh, I forgot. You are the Almighty Vincent! You can get anything done!" I said. He looked away, accepting my compliment. "But where are we headed? Shouldn't we be celebrating right now? I survived an attack from Dorian!" I thought, but I had subconsciously said it out loud. Vincent tapped on his screen with the pen, I understood and gazed straight at it....Not realizing I had tilted my head closer to his face.

“Yay!” I stood near the grand staircase, my gaze scanning the room filled with faces—some familiar, some unfamiliar. The weight of expectation pressed on me; tonight, I wanted to meet my mate. Suddenly, the murmurs of the crowd shifted. The doors swung open, revealing Zelest Hawthorne, clad in a black leather jacket that complemented his disheveled appearance. Hair as dark as midnight with cold silvery eyes. A shame such a face had to be the subject of mischief. "Nice party," Zelest drawled, a smirk playing on his thin lips. "Shame about the guest list."