Medici: The Magnificent Review Novels & Stories

He said, and I nodded in thanks. “This is beautiful.” I said, running my finger over one of the book cases. A book, the Wolves of the Medici, made me raise an eyebrow as I pulled it out of its case. This wasn’t one that I heard of before, but I could tell that it was a vintage one, maybe an old one. “History book about Medici wolves?” I asked, and Viktor nodded.

"A pleasure to see you again. I was surprised you decided to attend, given the… unfortunate outcome of the auction." Alistair’s face was a mask of cold, unshakeable arrogance, but his eyes betrayed a simmering fury. "I am here to ensure that history is treated with the respect it deserves, Dr. Sharma. A Manning does not retreat from a challenge, especially one issued by those who don't understand the weight of the objects they possess." "Indeed," Anya replied, her smile never reaching her eyes. "The Medici clock is a masterpiece of precision. It requires a certain… finesse to appreciate its true value. I hope you find the unveiling illuminating."

“It’s going to be a hassle.” It shocked the maid when the door of Louis’ room opened. A stocky hand pulled him inside. Louis imprisoned the maid with both arms. One of his hands pulled the maid’s chin up. The gaze of the two meets. The woman’s cheeks were red when she saw the prince’s perfect face. Louis, who usually cool, smiled at her as the maid melted away. She’s already entangled in the handsome man’s charms. The maid had not even noticed Louis’ discoloration since he pulled her in that room.

"No wonder Fabrizio's been distracted lately! Turns out he's been cheating on me with you!" Giovanna's voice was sharp and piercing, her eyes filled with hatred. Her gaze swept over the bronze candlestick on the coffee table. It was a Medici family heirloom. My son, Fabrizio Medici, had personally shipped it over from the old family estate, saying I would definitely like it. "He gave you the candlestick I begged for and never got. What kind of spell did you put on him? You're halfway into the grave, and you think you're worthy of touching Medici property?"

She heaved a deep sigh as she opened the door to check if he was done but instead, she saw him standing like the god he is looking outside the window, with his phone in his arms. And the worst part of it was that he was only on towel, making her unknowingly drool over his heavily-built frame and intimidating appearance. Mike was half shadow, every muscle on his torso flowing from the light into the dark. He was a living work or art, his flawless pale skin so tempting to touch; every move giving away his strength. His eyes were locked onto the monochrome street outside. Susanna edged closer until she could see his face, illuminated by streetlight, serious like she had never seen him before.