Nicolas Antonio Sturniolo Novels & Stories

She closed her eyes in extreme embarrassment, before turning to the sage who was standing behind her, holding her hand to her chest and looking at her coldly. She couldn't say anything, except to look at the ground in embarrassment, and she said with genuine apology “I'm really sorry, ma'am. I didn't intend to deceive you, but I wanted to help him.” As if that word was the key to the sage’s anger, as she angrily hit the wall in front of her to scream at her. “Are you stupid? A hurtful person like Lucian, doesn’t deserve any help, he’s despicable.” Nero looked at her sadly, trying to make some excuses to Lucien

Holly asked. Trisha nodded. "What's his name?" Melanie asked. "He doesn't have one," Trisha mumbled, only just realising they hadn't given the faceless snowman a name yet. "Let's give him one then," Melanie said with a warm smile. "Any ideas?" "Er, Icy?" Holly suggested. "Snowy..." Sapphire threw in. "Frosty?" Emilie offered, approaching with a handful of stones. "Frosty!" Trisha cried with a bright smile. "Frosty the snowman!"

Marco »»»◈««« "Lilianna Sofia Bruno, twenty-three years old, daughter of Sanrino Bruno," Alessandro said, his voice steady as he gave me the background check on Lilianna and her brothers. "She attended a prestigious high school in Miami before her father forcibly relocated her back to Naples. During her time in the US, she lived with her brother Samuele and her half-brother Grabriele, along with Emilio Bruno, their Uncle."

_Dominic “What is it, spill it out,” I said impatiently. “Boss, we have company,” Vini said and we both got up from our respective chairs. The man I was with started to walk towards the back window and looked out. “I never got your name,” I said as soon as he turned and looked around. “Nikolai, but you can call me Nic,” he said, looking between me and Vini. Nikolai. He was Russian, but even as I searched in the hazy compartments of my brain, there was no Nikolai.

Nico Domani was right on time. I stared at the twenty-four-page document and cracked my neck. Time to get to work. Name: Maximus Emanuele Vanucci Age: 29 Blood group: B+ Sunsign: Scorpio Height: 6’2 Father Name: Renzo Salvatore Vanucci I read word for word of each page twice, and two hours and two cups of black coffee later, I was done. And disappointed.

"I've read all the books about my family and none of them say anything about me having a brother." The man in the bed let out a small chuckle. "There is so much about your past that you don't know, Luna." I felt a surge of anger at his words. How could he claim to be my brother when I had never heard about him before? "Tell me the truth," I demanded, my voice firm and unwavering. "Who are you really?" The man's expression softened, and he reached out a hand towards me. "My name is Lucian," he said softly. "I know this must be hard for you to believe, but it's true. We share the same father."

He turned to the chef who was already getting the batter, “Leave.” She nodded and scurried away from the kitchen and Andre took that hint, jumping down from the island he was on. The popcorn and Davina would be so cold right now but he didn’t care, he was more concerned about his best friend who never let feelings get to him. “I’m going to reject the Luna.” He stopped walking towards Enzo when he saw the hidden pain in his eyes. Why would an Alpha want to reject his Luna? Their bond was by far the strongest, there had to be a reason but Enzo was already walking out making André hold his hand.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

She couldn't contain herself anymore and lost control, starting to speak in a wavering voice. "She is always skipping class to go to her stupid job. She barely concentrates because the job drains her. She’s under so much stress because of the job and studies. She had an E in her previous test-" "What the- what?" At her silence, Donovan turned to Standfast instructing him to apologize on his behalf and cancel the appointment immediately. He would communicate the next schedule. He was glad he picked members of his own frat. They understood when not to pose questions. As Standfast went to do just that, he urged Teni to speak. "I'm listening." He said abruptly. His patience had thinned as he thr

Willing him to speak, to explain. John glances to me, then back to the road, then to me again. "Look, Andrea," he begins... "JOHN," Christophe screams as a car smashes into the side of us. My head snaps to the side so quickly I don't get a look at who it is, hitting the window with a crack. The car flips.