Fortunato Novels & Stories

The night prior had seen me tossing and turning, a turbulent sea of thoughts churning within me as I contemplated the impending encounter with Antonio, my betrothed. Antonio Luca, a name that carried with it an aura of dread and an air of mystique. Over the months leading up to this juncture, I had delved into the depths of research concerning this enigmatic figure. My findings, culled from various sources including newspapers, painted a haunting portrait of a man rumored to have single-handedly taken the lives of fifteen individuals, earning him the chilling moniker "The Death Angel of Doom." Though official channels may have debunked these claims, my intuition whispered a truth that refuse

“Well, assuming it wasn’t just a trick of the light, there are plenty of supernaturals out there who I can’t sense. So who knows.” I watched as the woman disappeared into the sea of people, the strange glow of her eyes lingering in my memory. “Maybe it was just a trick of the light.” “Most likely,” Enzo said, taking my hand. “Don’t freak yourself out. We’re safe here.” As Enzo and I continued our stroll through the lively festival, we stumbled upon a small tent adorned with mystical symbols and glowing lanterns. A sign out front proclaimed ‘Madame Zara - Fortune Teller Extraordinaire’. Enzo raised an eyebrow skeptically as I stopped in front of it.

“I love you, Dad, Mommy.” She wiped her eyes and walked to Helen Rouge. She hugged the woman. “You are wonderful mother in this planet.” She whispered. Helen Rouge beamed. “I love you, my daughter.” Edward raised his glass. “For eternal happiness…” he spoke and asked the attendants to enjoy the menu platters serving. “Where’s Fortune?” Edward whispered. He looked around and they heard something was woofing. Fortune was coming with a sausage she got from the table. “Is it for me?” Elena took the sausage from her mouth.

Either you grab fate by the balls and make him do your bidding, or you lose out in life. The waiter brought in a transparent jar holding a few pieces of white paper folded in two. She turned to Matilda and asked her to dip her hand in the jar to pick a piece of paper. Matilda shut her eyes as she dipped her hand in the jar, picking a piece of the white paper. The waiter turned to me, and I turned her down, but seeing the disappointment written on Tilda's face, I decided to indulge. She smiled, and I was amazed at the happiness written all over her. I wished I could pick twice if it meant seeing her this happy. The waiter left us to read our fortunes.

I suppose if you keep a dog chained up and starving all day, eventually, when it’s let loose, it will devour any enemy in its path. Dante stands at the head of the table and raises a wine glass; we all follow suit except Serena. “To Dario and Serena, congratulations on your nuptials, Forgiato nel Fuoco, Forgiato nel sangue,” He says, and we men slam our fists to our chest. “Serena, Benvenuti in Famiglia, Piccola spia,(welcome to the family, my little spy)” We all chuckled at his ‘little spy’ comment.

I have to try. . #JASMINE I couldn't believe the change in my fortune.. First I was heading home back to my father and now here I am together with some stinky man looking gigantic monsters whom had kept me close by where they could see me, i couldn't escape if I wanted to and even if I did, it would be of no use because I had nothing to keep me alive out there in the desert.

Kuma neighed quite loudly. He tried to wake Zhou Fu who had lost consciousness ten minutes ago. And during that ten minutes Kuma also neighed without stopping as his feet pounded the ground. Hoping that Zhou Fu will soon be able to open his eyes again. Kuma neighed in joy as Zhou Fu showed signs of waking up from his stupor. Zhou Fu felt dizzy filling his head, he tried to gather consciousness and finally succeeded. He was just lying in front of Kuma, but strangely, his eyes caught that someone on Kuma's back was still unconscious.

I chugged it and held it out as she poured another. “That bad, huh?” Thana asked with a grin. “You have no idea.” “How dare you leave me with this asshole, you will pay for this!” Prince Dagon yelled into my head. I bit my tongue as a slash appeared across my chest and healed seconds later. “Your damn right I’ll pay for it.” I thought. I downed the drink again as Thana again filled the horn. “What the hell?” Sáta asked, looking at me, “what was that?”

Garry felt something call him, he felt himself drawn towards a part, farther from where he was standing, he tries to tell the ladies but they were too engrossed to hear him calling, he turned and followed what called to him. “I know someone is here, show yourself.” Garry said, his voice bold and intimidating enough to push whosoever out of their hiding place. He waited, no response. He was about to make a shift when something like a strong wind hit him, making him stagger back, his eyes closed, his head bowed, he stayed like that for some minutes before he suddenly opened his eyes and went towards the laughing ladies who were still in the water. He slowly began to enter the water, Danica not

The precious heiress being betrayed was a disgrace she had never tasted before. Furious, she flew into a rampage back at the mansion. Priceless antiques and calligraphy paintings were shattered into pieces in her wake. That night, after dropping Lola off, Adrian drove back toward the villa, unaware of what waited for him. As he passed a dark patch of road, several large men in black suddenly leapt out of the bushes and threw a sack over his head. "Who the hell are you? Let go of me! Do you know who my wife is?" Adrian shouted, kicking and flailing inside the sack.