Hetalia Antonio Novels & Stories

“ Yes ! Mia !……Now I understand why you have been angry with me and have punished me so harshly lately . Trust me boss ! I am not interested in your woman . I am basically not interested in any woman . I like men . That should put your mind at ease . “ said Antonio smiling . “ You like what ? “ asked Damian . “ I like men . “ said Antonio straightforwardly . “ How am I supposed to put my mind at easy then ? “ said Damian holding his forehead . “ Oh , don’t worry ! You really , absolutely aren’t my type boss even though you are really handsome . “ said Antonio with a smile . “ I am not your type ?……The most sought after bachelor is not your type ? “ said Damian with an annoyed smile . “ With

Antonio’s gaze was sharp, his steps slow but deadly. "I won’t stop until your head is beneath my feet." Leonardo chuckled, but his eyes burned with hatred. "You think this will be easy? I’m not like your petty enemies, Antonio." Antonio smirked coldly. "I know. That’s why I’m going to enjoy this a little longer." BANG! BANG!

“Now you get to suffer the consequences for your pathetic actions.” With a dismissive flick of his wrist, he shoved her face away. Alessia fell sideways, her palms hitting the cold floorboards as she tried to keep herself from collapsing. Antonio stood to his full height and took a few steps back, smoothing the lapels of his expensive suit jacket. “You will be used to seal the Italian-Spanish alliance,” Antonio declared flatly, his voice cold as he spoke as though discussing a business deal. Alessia froze. Her body went cold, and her heart seemed to stop. An alliance? What alliance? She forced her head up, staring at Antonio through her tears.

My eyes met Giovanni’s, and I could see his dark smirk forming on his face as he knew what was to come. When our grounds and territory grew bigger, our strength grew with it. And I knew that despite him not voicing it out, it was something that neither Cosimo nor those who opposed by his side liked. But that was the disdainful things that they chose to neglect and ignore when they chose to side against us in the first place. “Split the head from the body. Burn it and send the head to Zenith.” I said, looking at Giovanni. “And I want Bartolomeo’s head in turn.”

I despised being the bearer of bad news. “Do you need help, Leo?” Anthony picked up his phone from the table. “I will be needing some of your men. Tag along, Anthony. I want to take out the men of Vogar. But no bloodshed. I’ve had enough with that.” Anthony’s brow raised. “I doubt it’s possible to tame the animals without spilling blood.” “If it isn’t possible. We’ll create that positivity. Get me clothes.” Anthony strolled to the walk-in closet. In just seconds, he returned with a pair of trousers and a short sleeve shirt. He handed them to the beast. “I will get my men and cars ready,” Anthony stormed away.

Sergio pressed the tip of his knife against Silvia's neck and demanded, "Let Valentina go! Or you'll never see your wife and child again!" My heart skipped a beat when I heard those words. So, Antonio never ended things with Silvia. "Let me go! Otherwise, he really will do it!" I shouted. But Antonio didn't flinch. He snickered. "She's not as important as you, Valentina. For you, I'd give up everything." On the screen, Silvia's eyes went wide. Despair drained her completely, and her body went limp in the chair. Antonio ended the video call without another word. His eyes burned with obsession as they locked onto me again. "Now, no one can get in our way."

Vinci? "They've been dead for ages!" Lorenzo growled, rubbing his neck. "Have someone keep an eye on him, and in about two weeks, have him kidnapped and locked away. Make sure he doesn't come back. "In the meantime, find me a group of young women. I'm still in my prime, so producing a new heir shouldn't be an issue." Carlo frowned slightly, but he eventually nodded. … Daniela's POV Three months later, my only impression of Antonio was that he was Enrica's son. Even after she told me we used to date, I couldn't remember a single detail about him.

Her head fell back weakly, submitting totally to him. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and lifted her head. Her eyes were glazed over, dilated, filled with passion. "Who do you belong to?" He whispered against her lips. "Tell me, amore. Tell me who you belong to." Antonio didn't understand why he felt the need to hear it from her. He just needed to. Maybe it was because he needed to mark his territory, right after what Mario did. He needed to reclaim her, make her know that she belonged to him and no one else.

“Mmm?” Antonio got up. “Hey, everyone… do you… d-do y-you know w-who I am? No? No?! Really?! I’m the son of the great lady, almost the first lady, the Mrs of everyone here… I’m a Valladolid… Antonio Valladolid! That’s why I… I… say… Free drinks for everyone!”

” Don’t forget the land where you are sitting belongs to me. “Not anymore if you die.” Antonio leans forward, he presses his left elbow on the table and scratch his chin while his other hand disappears inside the bottom of his tailored pant pulling out a knife. All this time his eyes were set on his enemies while distracting them with his arrogant conversation. “After that Spain will have only one don. And that’s me.” Adan smirks as his eyes noticed the tiniest bit of movement of Antonio’s hand under the table. “Both the brothers are same. Ready to die for cunts. How is Albert’s wife in bed?” Antonio winks and smirks while continuing with his tricks of distraction, this time he straighten h