Pietro Wanda Novels & Stories

Adriano didn't bother to listen anymore and chucked the cell phone at the wall shattering it into pieces. It was so hard for him to not burn down the whole world. It was a miracle that he didn't killed anyone until now though his hands were itching to stain them with blood. He keep taking ragging breath and sit on the desk trying to think rationally. He was Adriano Pietro, the one who is famous for his anger as well as intelligence. He was sharp minded indeed unless how could he had handled this whole Pietro empire at the age of seventeen. He ran a hand along the length of his face trying to calm the raging volcano erupting inside him.

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

“Yeah, why did Wanda target me? “I met her for the first time today. Why does she hate me so much? So…” North raised her brows. “Well, we must start somewhere anyway. I’ll be very satisfied to punish Wanda even if I can’t find fault with the true culprit behind this.” Pete unconditionally helped North. After all, she was the person he raised. “Don’t worry, North. I’ll seek justice for you! By the way, I looked it up. There’s going to be an auction in a few days. There’s a very special East Pearl. It’ll be good for your husband’s eyes if it’s ground into powder and consumed.”

Trembling, she uttered, "Who am I?" The AI answered, "You're Mila Winkler, also known as Wanda Hoffis or formerly Sally Hoffis. Aged 25, you were born in Norvania to a father of the same origin and a mother from Sunterland. "You acquired Sunterland nationality at the age of 14. Your academic journey culminated in dual doctoral degrees from the Sunterland National Defense University. "You hold the esteemed title of research scientist in chemistry, along with a first-class military engineer status, recognized as a pivotal asset of Sunterland."

My leg was cleaned and bandaged, and as usual, we were currently sitting in the Sforza Estate. “Us wolves and vampires have always managed to make allies of one another. Mattia is a friend’s son. When he passed away, I adopted the man as my own. He grew up with your mother when…” he looked at the door for a second, his eyes meeting Vieri’s before he chose to leave it there. “Anyhow, Mattia is like a son to me, and considering the fact that Bartolomeo left without telling you a lot; I believe that it is time for you to start understanding the danger that you are in.”

He continued, “Am I wrong? This land actually belongs to Giovani Beneli, and you are just a watchdog.” On the way here, Kaze had received Pietro’s background information on his phone. Pietro was working for Giovani, and Giovani once served under Draco. Pietro was infuriated by the disrespect, but he forcefully suppressed the anger. His brows furrowed as he asked, “You know my boss?” “I don’t,” Kaze said. He did not need to know someone who served under his men. “No? Are you fucking with me?!” Pietro bellowed as his expression turned vicious.

Pietro finally started after the conditions has finally been laid out between them. Lucrezia blinked in disbelief at the first secret that came out of Pietro’s mouth. Lucrezia had known Pietro since they were kids, and now he is telling her that Pietro wasn’t his name? “My name was actually Andrei Cavalieri. I wasn’t born Carusso,” Pietro dropped his greatest secret leaving Lucrezia stupefied. Many Years Ago…. “Andrei! Andrei! You piece of shit!” Pietro who was only five years old, back when he was still identified as Andrei Cavalieri and not Pietro Carusso, rushed to his drunken father’s side when he heard his drunken voice shouting his name.

She asked frantically, whipping around to who I supposed was her brother. “Were you the one, Pietro?” “No.” He replied simply, studying me intently. He was a middle aged man with already balding hair, having dark features, just like Giovanna, and putting on a cheerful expression, even though I knew he wanted me dead. From the argument I had heard them having, Giovanna had apparently gone away from home to be with me. I wasn’t one to support improper behaviours but she was running from a life of crime and deceit. I couldn’t blame her.

“What about the rest of your pack? What do you know about them? Do you know if they survived that attack?” “Luna, not one day passes without me wondering what is left of the Peasants. I know the way back home like the back of my hand, but I feel like I have nothing to live for; my mother was all that I had, and she was brutally taken away from me.” Wanda holds her head in both of her hands and thinks for a very long time. She then speaks. “Petra, I want you to promise me something,” “What is it, Luna?”

"If you hate me that much, why are you fighting to keep your Luna title?" "Because it's mine." "It doesn't have to be." Gianna smiled. "Try giving it to Pietra again. I dare you." Pietra shifted in her seat. She put on her softest expression, the one she wore when she wanted to appear harmless. "Gianna," she said gently. "I'm not after your title. I just want to be with my mate, publicly without being called a mistress." Gianna looked at her. "A whore will always be a whore," she said. "No matter what title you put on her."