Michele Marrone Novels & Stories

"Of course there is, a beautiful woman from the eyes to the smile, from the gesture to the glance." Marrila had never been humiliated like this before. Her confidence flickered for a moment. She touched her golden hair and cleared her throat. "Then just show me." Marco finds Marrila annoying. He didn't have to show Marrila his stunningly beautiful muse. But for a moment as he looked towards the tea party, he froze. "There she is, the brunette in Milan, that's her, the perfect beautiful girl."

Even if she's the rightful mate of the dominant Alpha but in his eyes, she was just a vermin that hinders his plan to have a strong mate to stand and rule by his side. To be dumped by her mate like that, Tatiana was hurt at the same time, she's in deep rage for putting her in this kind of predicament she never wishes to taste. Yet, her choice to decline was rubbed by him. Alpha Mraz is the root of her misery and feeling angry for everything justified her madness. She has the right to get mad, to resent him, to loathe him but why does her heart still yearn for him? Like there's a speck of puzzle that only he can fix the pieces?

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

She was Ben's almost twin sister. “Montana,” she said, too brightly. “You’ve lost weight.” “I’ve been grieving your brother,” I replied. She didn’t flinch. “He’s been buried now. Time moves forward, and you should too.” Behind her came her husband, Marco. He didn’t speak. He never did. Just stood with his arms folded, as if he were waiting for someone to be dragged out. Then the patriarch himself. Vittorio Rossi. Slower now, but still looming. In a navy suit and the same diamond pin he wore at our wedding. He didn’t offer condolences. Didn’t even pretend.

"Yes sir, it’s not much but we are still searching then archives." "Send t over." "Sir." He cut the call. The information came through. He took it out of the printer. Placing it on the table so they could both read it. She looked surprised 'Raven Lupa lead singer of the misfits formed in 2000 and had numerous numbers ones. Best friend Gianni Robustelli since 1994 formerly married to Alora Robustelli after Gianni Robustelli was announced dead by Raven Lupa in a love triangle, two years later this allegations were deemed false a he returned to his first love . They all lived together and had four children together: Marco Lupa, Mateo Robustelli, Valentina Robustelli and Vallea Lupa.until

And for a moment, everyone went quiet. I turned just as the doors opened again. Dominic Salvatore entered first. Alpha. Commanding. Unmistakable. At his side walked Aria Salvatore, his Luna, his wife, and lover… she was also the mother of his child. Her head was held high, her presence effortless, as if she had always belonged at his side. Whispers followed them, some admiring, some resentful. Luna Isobel’s lips thinned. “The woman who was sold as a slave,” she muttered coolly, “now standing as Head Luna. A slave who became the Alpha’s wife.”

she laughed. “But I loved you, I did everything you wanted, I even fought my father for you…you were the lady with Allen in the club,” I cried. “How could you?” “I am sorry…” she said, her voice dripping in mockery. “I was ahead of you, did you think that you could dump me after giving you a son?” Allen moved the phone away. “Mike, I really wanted you to see me take over The Rodriguez's group, but Maria is just being a bitch right now…and you are not cooperating, I can't let you destroy all my years of efforts…Goodnight Mike,” he said cutting the call.

40… 60... 80... 100. No, these were not the first, few attempts of a child or reminiscent adult at recapping all the multiples of 20; they were the sporadically rising miles per hour readings of the grey 1967 Maserati Ghibli, being driven by Giovanni Colpani, which was speeding down the road on a highway at a far end of the city, the part of town that 'belonged to' and was run by the Italian crime organization known as the Uomini Marrone.

Mariah sarcastically laughed. Liana had memorized the Veronezi family tree when Maite Veronezi first appeared on the scene. The Veronezi family had three daughters; the eldest was Mariah Veronezi, followed by Kaya Veronezi, and finally Maite Veronezi. She had already met Maite Veronezi and Kaya Veronezi, so this woman before her must be Mariah Veronezi.

“ Let’s get going. You too Marc . “ said Massimo . Luna looked at Massimo and Marc confused as she didn’t understand the relationship between the two of them . They all followed Massimo out . Marc opened the door of his car for Luna to enter but Massimo stopped him . “ She is coming with me . “ said Massimo . “ Why ? “ asked Luna and Marc at the same time . “ Because she is my lawyer and this while mess is related to my enemy . “ said Massimo . Marc thought that Massimo was being weird but he didn’t want to let Luna go on her own with him . “ Then…..I don’t think it will be a problem if I were to come with you as well . “ said Marc . “ Whatever ! “ said Massimo and opened the door of the pas