Romans & histoires Phantom Of The Opera Fanfiction

Sapphire’s POV I blinked Again Again and again… I blinked until the words stopped echoing in my head. My ears were working just fine but my insides seems to be in a twist, doubting the words papa had said. “The both of you need to decide who would end up with Alessandro.” The words echoed again and in that minute, I knew papa will always be papa. Plotting, scheming and using people to get what he wants. I didn’t like Alessandro, if for anything I did not want to be the one that would need to give up her life just to please papa. Alessandro is a dangerous man and his misdeeds knew no bounds.

A call of pain wrapped in defiance, rising like smoke, curling like claws. When I stopped, the room was silent. Dante stared. Then his voice came, slow and stunned. “I want that music.” A breath escaped me. “You can have it,” I said. “But that's not why I came.” I stepped closer. “I want to be your wife.” The silence cracked like thunder. His laugh was sharp and almost cruel. “You're joking.” “I'm not,” I said evenly. “I composed all the music in our opera house. Every piece you've heard… It's mine. Not Howard's.”

I can tell the thought of that pisses him off. “She walked in and pretended to be lost, then she fainted so I would catch her. I told her to drop the act, and Fenice walked in. I don’t know if she would have tried.” My voice trails off as I see him getting noticeably angrier. “Don’t worry. You’ll find her.” “How many men will she have fucked and used by then?” His eyes flash angrily. “What does it matter?” “They are touching something that’s mine—” His voice trails off when he realizes what he’s saying.

Perhaps his girlfriend that was taken by a mafia rival against his wishes? Tch. I bet she would be as thin as those thin heels that always break whenever I put their type on. Geneva sneered in her heart. Wait, does Nicholas like thin girls? This should be added to the mission's list too. Operation exercise tomorrow to become more beautiful, curvier and slimmer than a heel ––––––activated. With this in mind, Geneva tried smoothing his brows with a fingertip. But Nicholas' eyes snapped open. Geneva had never seen his eyes as cloudy as it was right now. She couldn't even guess what he was thinking.

I gasp when I read the title on the program. ‘The Phantom of the Opera’ “You managed to get tickets to my favourite opera. Grant, I don’t know what to say.” “You don’t have to say anything, Angel. I want you to enjoy this.” I am so excited I can barely sit still as the lights go out and the music begins.

Then, in a voice so low it was barely above a whisper, he said, “He was the rightful Alpha of the Phantom’s pack.” Everything inside me went still. Luca stiffened beside me. “That’s impossible.” Damian’s lips twisted. “Is it? Think about it. Why would a shadowy figure like the Phantom care about an omega? Why would he go to such lengths to ruin her life?” He turned to me, his gaze filled with something almost like pity. “Because you are the last living threat to his rule.” I shook my head, my hands trembling. “No. No, my father was never an Alpha—”

Therefore, I should just keep making them feel as if they have an upper hand. As I expected, the four of them guffaw loudly to the point of becoming breathless. They truly consider me foolish and that is precisely what I was hoping for. As long as they feel that I am clueless, they will let some clues slip off. "Boy, given your prowess in the business world, I did not expect you to be this slow! Anyway, there is no harm in telling you, since you will be in our custody henceforth. Phantom is a master of illusions. Anyone who will peep into the interrogation room will see us talking. Just you and I."

I brushed a stray strand of hair from her forehead, my expression cold and absolute. “I promise you, Ophelia,” I whispered, "by the end of the night, you won't even remember Damon Enzo Vitale exists. You’ll be mine. Body, soul, and scent.”

Daphne pouted and grumbled, "You humans are so dull. Always tied down by your rules and morals. We Phantoms don't have that nonsense. If we want someone, we just go for full-on soul fusion—whenever, wherever." But in truth, her mind was spinning. Felix really seemed like he planned to wait for her sister to arrive. She was surprised that there was actually a human who was not scared of facing an S-tier Malevolent Phantom. Every other person she had ever encountered, even the strong ones, ran for their lives at just the mention of one.

Yet, I couldn't shake the feeling that The Phantom was already weaving their web, unseen and unchecked. --- Damian's Perspective Our investigation led us to a series of underground networks in the eastern districts. The Phantom's influence was subtle but pervasive—small gangs uniting under a common banner, illicit trades operating with newfound efficiency. One night, Lena intercepted a communication detailing a clandestine meeting of The Phantom's lieutenants. It was the opportunity we needed. "We'll infiltrate the meeting," I decided. "Capture key figures and extract information." --- Elara's Perspective As Damian prepared for the operation, a sense of foreboding settled over me. The Phanto