Fortunato Depero Novels & Stories

I hadn’t intended to go, but Jane said it might be worth seeing his final downfall, like closing the chapter on the misfortune he once brought into my life. Through the glass of the visitation room, I saw Hugh again. He was dressed in a prison jumpsuit, his hair dirty and disheveled. Due to the backlash from his own misfortune, his once-handsome face was covered with red, unhealing pustules, giving him a terrifying, almost grotesque appearance. The moment he saw me, he lunged toward the glass, his bloodshot eyes fixed on me. “Edward… why? How did you beat me?” He ground his teeth as he said, “I was the one who was supposed to be favored! The Heavens were on my side!”

"But I am saying that sometimes the moments that feel like absolute catastrophes are actually the universe redirecting you toward something better. You never know what comes next. That's the terrifying and beautiful thing about being alive." The man with the coffee-stained shirt smiled - genuinely smiled. "You know what? It's just a shirt. And I was having a terrible morning before this happened. At least now I have a story." He looked at the barista. "I'm Daniel, by the way. And I'm not upset. Accidents happen." The barista - whose name tag read "Sarah" - looked between Claire and the stranger with dawning wonder. "Did you really marry the guy you spilled coffee on?"

Prince Lucas smirked. At least she found him attractive. He had a shot. "That I'm in a strange building with a guy I don't know that well. Sounds like the start of a perfect crime documentary." Charlotte joked. He laughed. "I'm not going to kill you Charlotte. In fact, let's clear that... What do I call it? Let me let you know me better." She yawned and nodded. "This building is Carat Insurance-" "Carat?" She asked, looking a bit sleepy.

Peku to meet the captain of the station Mr Welsh is working at. At the station, the captain called Mr.Welsh to come see him in his office, Mr.welsh left his desk to go see the captain. "Tell me about the progress of the case, have you found the killer yet?" , the captain asked, Mr.welsh replied "Yes we have found the killer". "Tell me who the killer is" the captain asked, "His name is jude Wilson, he is the one that killed the man at the hotel" Mr.Welsh replied, "yes yes, I know I count on you, do you have evidence?" the captain asked, Mr.Welsh replied "yes I do". Mr.welsh showed the DNA test result to the captain as evidence, pointing out Jude as the killer. The captain ordered Mr.Welsh to

“She. Is. Mine.” The man laughed. Xaviar obviously hadn’t taken the order to wait well and gone to arm himself when he stormed off. I watched as the two men sized each other up. A ranting lunatic and a psychopath. “Mors!” Dietrick bellowed as Xaviar charged.

I managed to bring it copied on this scrap of paper so I wouldn't have to depend upon my memory: 'Untrained men under the command of Pedro Delgado, most of them equipped only with machetes, were virtually annihilated as they threw themselves on the solid rank of Spaniards. It is not an exaggeration to assert that of every fifty men, 25 were killed. Some even attacked the Spaniards with their bare fists, without machetes, without even knives. Searching through the reeds by the Hondo River, we found fifteen more dead from the Cuban party, and it was not immediately clear what group they belonged to, They did not appear to have shouldered arms, their clothes were intact and only tin drinking cu

Everyone in Riverton knew Serena Prescott, the heiress of the Prescott family, collected boyfriends for the short term and never kept them for long. In five years of marriage, she had gone through ninety-nine new lovers. People in our circle said I had world-class patience, that I was the perfect husband who could endure anything. Then a swimming coach named Mason Clark appeared at Serena's side. Mason came from an ordinary family, yet he made her break her own rule about never bringing new lovers home. Serena gave me two choices. Either calmly accept him moving in, or take the money and leave, ending our marriage. Everyone was waiting to see me swallow my pride for love and keep play

They would have killed him but a man in his mid forties saved him and took him in. He took care of him. He made sure Mile regained all his strength. He trained him to be strong. He taught him to fight. And only then Mile got to know that the man belongs to the Mafia. The dark side of the world. Mile could leave it if he wanted to. But he didn’t. Power.... Money.. What else one needs? He got everything after that kind man died. He gave everything to Mile. And since then his men were loyal to Mile. He met Natt during an exhibition for the business market. He was taking chances to expand his business of fruits and vegetables import export. But lost his heart.

As the fabric fell away, Luciana's eyes fluttered open, blinking rapidly as if emerging from a deep haze. Her gaze was unfocused, like a patient regaining consciousness after anesthesia “ I know you.” She said, her eyes widened with shock. “ you’re the man from the gala… and my nightmares.” She whispered “hi baby girl, I am Antonio “Massimo” Bianchi, il più grande di tutti i tempi. Nice to meet you.” his smile widened. Luciana's gaze flicked to his outstretched hand. “whatever the fuck it is you just said, let me go!,” she yelled, ignoring his hand.

we were fated together for a reason. My eyes darted over my mate, laying upon the grass, unmoving, my heart aching at the damage this mess has created. “Mark her Roc.” My friend's voice was rough, tears threatening in the way he spoke, and I knew in that moment he was sensing worse than I wanted to know.