Mickey Altieri Novels & Stories

Another huff with a roll of his eyes and he squatted down in front of me, setting the other bottle down and twisting the top from the Powerade. “Drink this, or I’ll make you drink it.” I stared at the bottle, unable to respond. For some reason I couldn’t shake it off. I’d been stupid to think that my fate was so far from Elio’s. Ella Delgado was a nobody who wouldn’t be missed if she were killed or sold as a sex slave. Fire burned my skin, and I drew in a hissing breath of surprise. Domenico’s hand rested on my neck, thumb moving across my jaw, tilting my head back.

said the beautiful girl remained stunned by Antonio's appearance . " Mia , it's been a while . How have you been ? " said Derrick . " I have been good........now it just became extremely good . " said Mia looking at Damian . " Hello ! " said Mia with a cute tone . " H...Hello ? " said Antonio confused . " .........I have never seen you before . In which department are you ? What's your name ? " said Mia with a seductive smile . " I........My name is Antonio........I am new here . I have to go to the president's office to confirm my registration since I was assigned as his assistant . " said Antonio .

"Michael. But you can call me Mikey." "Mikey, how fitting," he said, his goofy grin still present. "Oh and this amazing person next to me is going to be the next Bill Gates, I'm sure of it!" "Shut up, you turd," his friend yelled, hitting him in the head. Then he looked at him and gave a small smile. "Eric." And from that moment, Mikey knew that Anton Emma was something. He would be the key to reaching his goal in football.

Alpha Marco and I both snapped our heads up from where we sat at his desk to the man standing in the doorframe, who I assumed was Beta Alex given his extraordinarily large stature and solid build. “Julius, this is my Beta, Alex.” Alpha Marco introduced us as he stood from his chair. I extended my hand to Beta Alex as I straightened myself beside Marco. He took it with a surprisingly firm grip, nodding his head in a show of respect before his hazel eyes met mine. His smooth, dark skin paired with striking eyes and near-flawless features made him look more like a doll than a man, but his expression reminded me of a soldier. He had none of the sadistic playfulness that Dean carried with him, in

Calista replies, offering the stack of papers to my father which he refuses, pointing towards Cateline who's still cowering in the corner. "Studying business, am I right?" Calista nods again but her eyes light up as though she knows what my father is about to say. "Cateline here has realised being an Alpha is not suited to her. Since she's one of your neighbouring packs and I remember Gia being a strong and intelligent young woman, I wondered if she would be interested in the position?" "She would bite your hand off to take it." Zac laughs and my father smiles at him.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

" It's a half-hearted apology because, while I shouldn't be a dick to him, at the same time, he's also goading me into it and he knows it. Nick's voice brings my attention back to the room just in time to hear the next part of Alberto's story. "So what happened next?" Alberto shifts in his seat and I watch as his body slowly starts to tense up. "Well, I managed to get them to stay still while assuring them once more that I wasn't a danger to them.

“Dominic, princess.” END OF FLASHBACK

It's like there's no distance between the two of them anymore. Altair hoped that they could talk as friends without any burden. "You know what? I just want to shake hands with you, then Say Hello, Im Altair Morris, Nice to meet you." Mawar looked back at Altair who was enjoying Strawberry ice cream. Then unexpectedly, Mawar extended her right hand to Altair. "What?" Altair asked when he saw the size of Mawar's hand. "Hello, Im Mawar Anjani, Nice to meet you." She said in a soft voice.

Nic looked at me and I hated that I was thinking about the cabin, which meant my face was not as serious as it should have been. I nodded to avoid them staring too long. "You need to tell us everything." "Ok. Fatty is my boss." he held onto the wound on his thigh that was gushing blood and at that rate, He would die from the wound infection than from any bullet I was going to shoot him with. "Does fatty have a real name?" He blinked once, twice and I stepped closer, catching a whiff of something unpleasant from him. "Finn Connolly. But we all call him fatty, everyone calls him fatty."