Venti Barbatos Novels & Stories

Victor teased. "Go out into space if you have to." "Wow! Are you tired of seeing me?" teased Victor again. "Yes, I'm sick of it. I want to throw up." Dante replied while acting like he was about to throw up. "Oh yeah? Want me to get you a barf barrel?" Victor continued to tease him. "Wow!" "Haha... is there pa? Want to vent? like usual?" urged Victor while shifting his sitting position, now sitting right in front of Dante.

CHAPTER 7 GABRIEL Arianna was PISSED OFF cos that's the only time she would drop the "F" bombs. I turned my attention back to them and then noticed a guy I hadn’t seen earlier standing by my Bella and with his one arm around her waist while she just stood there like a statue and looked very uncomfortable. Who is this guy? I let out a low growl and made my way across the room towards them. "Long time no see Ari. Did you miss me?" I heard him say. "F**K YOU CAMERON AND GET YOUR FILTHY HAND OFF BELLA!!!" Arianna roared at him. "Ease up with the F**k word baby girl, you know you thoroughly enjoyed it when we f**ked, and you didn't seem to mind when this filthy hand gave you immense pleasure and

Leaning toward Silas, I jerked on his arm. “Can you get me another violin?” “Don’t worry, I brought yours.” Silas smiled as he jerked his head to the side and looked behind me. Craning my neck, I saw one of Silas’s warriors walking toward us with the violin Daxton gifted me on my fourteenth birthday. Although Silas didn’t say I could take off the mask, I figured it was the perfect time. After removing the mask, I took the violin from the case, along with the bow.

His show of support was merely for the sake of the Vale family. Marcus slammed his fist onto the glass table, but instead of shattering, the table remained intact while his hand throbbed with pain. Frustrated, he felt like even the table was out to get him.

Then he stood, crossed the room with slow, deliberate steps, and made his way to the table loaded with tools laid out for the torture. His fingers trailed over each tool with deliberate calm, savoring the anticipation, until they settled on a heavy iron bar, picked with the vicious satisfaction of a man who already knew the damage he wanted to inflict. Vincenzo shot a quick glance at Tommaso, brief but thick with tension, as he watched Fabrizio close in on Antonella. “Enough.” Vincenzo’s command cut through the air, sharp and final, the instant Fabrizio raised the bar to swing. “Tell me, Fabrizio, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

I respond, bored and uninterested. "You're right. The question I want to ask is, what makes you think you can join? Who are you?" "I am Dante Romano, CEO of Romano Group and your worst fucking nightmare." I lean into the chair like I own the room because, no matter what this old fool may think, I have the upper hand here. He gives me that sinister smile. "Are you willing to take it?" he asks. I smile in response. "Of course I'll take it."

The door slowly opened to reveal a long line of guards awaiting Zach over the threshold, holding knives and batons. As they prepared to attack, a man in a flashy white suit walked to the front and spoke in an arrogant voice, “Who do you think you are to come to my place and think you can simply waltz in? Do you know who I am?” “I know you are Big Al. I simply told your men I needed to see you but they chose violence so I had to use violence too. This matter doesn’t need to get ugly so let’s sit like civilized gentlemen and have a chat.”

The bartender immediately went and started preparing the man's order while this was happening. Leo fortez got tired and went straight to the bar side to get a new drink with the women dancing earlier. “What do you want? Just order what you want, it’s on me,” said Leo Fortez and turned his gaze to the man sitting quietly on the bar side near him. “Are you new to this bar, mister? You seem to be lost in the wrong bar.” The people in the bar fell silent. They know something bad will happen. With the number of Leo’s bodyguards lurking inside and outside the bar, they are sure to be salvaged and his body will never be found again.

For an unknown reason, Natasha found herself visiting that place more than once in a week, just to let out the day's weight and gaze upon the twenty-foot statue of the Blue Streak which captured him in a sprinting position and the large lightning bolt emblem plastered to his chest being the only thing that had color as a blue glowing lamp enclosed in a glass case was attached on top of it, highlighting the emblem. The rest of the sculpture was a solid dark grey with one of his feet, the right one, erected onto a pedestal while the left one was raised and bending almost forty-five degrees to give the perfect running position. TO WHOEVER SEEKS TRUE STRENGTH & BRAVERY "A little off-putt

He stopped and looked at the young woman in front of him, wondering where and when he had met her, " do I know you?" The moment he asked that question, the smile on her face disappeared, a scowl formed on her pretty face, " don't mess with me lover boy, iam barbie, the girl you took home one night in Las Vegas, have you forgotten me? I have missed you so much" she said, her hand reaching out to touch him. Alex sigh, he could not even remember even the tiniest details about the young lady standing infront of him, he believed what happened in Las Vegas, stays in Las Vegas.