Ishmael X Don Quixote Novels & Stories

*** A few days later, the cellar door creaked open again. Carlo stepped inside. Gina's eyes lit up. "Carlo... you came back..." She crawled toward him, reaching for his pant leg. He stepped away. Her hand hit air. She stared, then started laughing. "I'm Principessa Chisari... Carlo loves me... I'm Donna Quaranta. I'm above everyone..." She kept mumbling, eyes empty. Carlo looked down at her, cold. "Lost your mind? Doesn't matter. Fake or real, I'm not letting you walk. This is what you get for playing me, using me, and hurting the one person I cared about."

“Do you think I am living in a fool's paradise thinking he might choose me?” Isabelle sighed, understanding why Amèlie might be feeling insecure with the whole setup. Xavier might be a bit uncomfortable or too proud to explain the situation to Amèlie, and with what she had explained to her Isabelle understood that Xavier had mated with Amèlie without knowing and came back to the island to mate with Lorelei so as to heal his body faster before returning to Amèlie and then found out he was going to be a father. She figured then that Xavier must not be mating with Amèlie presently and that made her feel a bit relieved. She would hate to think her brother was mating with the two women. Xavier wa

She felt a surge of empathy for Giovanni, his sacrifice in the face of duty and his unwavering commitment to protect his kingdom. Her eyes shifted between the two wolves, and then to Adam, seeking validation of this extraordinary claim. The truth shimmered before her, interwoven with the tumultuous emotions that now defined their shared reality. Giovanni, his voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and hope, addressed Isabella directly. "Isabella, I know our path has been fraught with challenges and choices that seemed impossible to reconcile. But in you, I have found my true Mate. The bond we share is undeniable, and it transcends all other obligations. You are the one destined to stand by

AXEL I smile at Damien before I continue. The favour isn't what he thinks it is. “In the meantime, I want her trained to be a wife.... My wife. Not a princess. Not a sheltered girl. She needs to learn what marriage is. She needs to understand she won’t be living in a fantasy. She’ll have a husband to take care of, children to raise. My children will not be raised by nannies. They will be raised by their mother. And I want her prepared to be the Don’s wife. Not the Morozov princess. The Moretti Don’s queen.”

"What denying? Maybe you meant saying no, you jerk–" "Don." The woman with him said, scolding him. “You know I don’t like you cursing, right?” Donnovan face immediately softened, “sorry, love. This Spanish idiot–” “Donnovan!” His wife scolded him again. Donnovan glared at Isis. “Get away from me. I don't want to see the face of someone with colonizer blood.” Xanthe looked at Donnovan, shocked. Colonizer? Is he talking about the Philippine History?

Alessandro said, "and the Varrone name will not survive the night." Franca dropped to her knees. The Varrone men followed, their faces gray. Nico stayed where he was, touching the blood at his mouth. "Daughter," he whispered. "Vitale heir." I looked down at him. "Now you understand why your men never found me." His anger turned into desperate joy. "Then it is fine. Better than fine. We can start over. You are powerful, I am Don Varrone, and Luca is our son. Everything can be fixed."

Guillermo's temperament was completely different from Lorenzo's. Lorenzo was like a drawn blade, sharp and exposed. On the other hand, Guillermo was like a deep pool of water, still on the surface, yet concealing turbulent currents below. "Sit." Guillermo pointed to the chair across from him. Lorenzo didn't sit. He remained standing and asked, "What do you want?" Guillermo set down his cup, looked up at Lorenzo, and smiled faintly. "What do I want?" he repeated the question. "Lorenzo, what you should be asking is, what have you done?"

He kept his neutral body language and facial expression and said “I guess it is time for some answers, and I will give them to you accompanied by a drink. I think we all need it.” Ismael left the room, leaving the girls alone. Marina tried to help Charlotte to stand up from the bed and after some efforts, Charlotte could stand up by placing her arm around Marina’s shoulders for support. Both girls left the room and took a seat at the table in the dining room area. Ismael came out from the kitchen with two glasses of water which he put at the table in front of the girls. “I am afraid this is the best we have got right now after the raid earlier today,” Ismael said while taking a seat across t

Tyr did not even take a second glance at Zeus but turned around and rushed toward another killer with disdain. Concurrently, Don Quijote and those female assassins from Violet Succubus Organization were having a big battle. Don Quijote was fond of women, but at this moment, he did not dare to have any compassion for these ladies. So he took the lives of those female assassins ruthlessly.

"A $4 million debt stole her freedom One reckless slap changed her life forever." Valentina Russo refused to bow before the most feared man in the underworld—Don Damiano Moretti. Instead of killing her, he made her an offer she couldn’t escape: become his wife… or watch her family burn. Trapped in a gilded prison, Valentina vows to hate the ruthless mafia king who stole her freedom. But Damiano isn’t after obedience he wants her heart, her fire, and her surrender. As deadly enemies close in and buried secrets threaten to destroy them, passion ignites into obsession. In a world ruled by blood, power, and betrayal, can the Don’s captive become the only queen capable of conquering the b