Viscount Novels & Stories

Viso was a respectable man and known for his good works around the world. She was terrified thinking about his reaction if this turned out to be true. But how would she know that she was not married to some respectable billionaire but the mafia royalty? The Boss of Bosses, The Bonkers, Viso D'Angelo!

More boots came through the damaged doorway, making the floor shake under their weight. Every officer in the room stopped and turned toward the entrance, including the captain, who froze halfway through a step with a confused look on his face. The man who walked through the doorway was none other than the Royal Chief Beta, Visev. He strode into the room with complete confidence, barely seeming to notice the broken glass crunching beneath his boots. His eyes moved across the room, taking in the blood, the broken furniture, and everything else that had happened without missing a thing.

"Valerie, your con game is pathetic, but I really admire your imagination." "First an Ivy League genius, now a Visconti Senior Advisor?" "Do you have any idea what the name Visconti means?" "The biggest mafia empire in the world. The dirt they sweep out their doors is worth more than you!" "You're just a lowly toilet-scrubbing maid. Stop flattering yourself and go feed the snakes!" Caroline sneered. She stomped her stiletto down on the crest, crushing it, and kicked it away. "Bringing this flea-market garbage out to embarrass yourself? Did you really think you could bluff your way out?"

Zephyr hesitated before nervously replying, “I...I’m Zephyr.” “That's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” he said with a smile. “I’m Viscount Noah Rodriguez. May I help you with those items?” Zephyr was stunned. Why would a Viscount care about someone like her? “No, thank you, milord. I can manage,” she stammered. But as fate would have it, one of the items nearly fell, and the Viscount caught it in time. “I insist,” he said, taking most of the items from her hands leaving her with a small bag.

Whoever this man is, he's a powerful force. "Who're...you?" She stuttered. This is the second time she'd be asking that question today though from different people, and she's hoping he's not here to make her life worse than it already is. The man's eyes twitched, burning embers through her skin before he spoke in a rich, dulcet voice. "Ever heard of Massimo Visconti?" Violette's heart got hooked in her throat, and her breaths seized.

Levi was gifted like that, he could get in anywhere, and you never heard him coming. “I’ll be back in a bit. I know you’re going to need some Scotch for tonight’s bullshit meeting,” Levi said, and walked out again. Malachi smiled, and shook his head. Levi was right though. Malachi walked to the living room, planning on getting himself a drink, when he spied the man standing with his back toward him. The stranger was gazing out of the window. He had light brown hair and stood about 6’2” tall.. The stranger turned around, and Malachi noticed the fern like marks on his left arm. It started at his wrist and went all the way up to his neck. “Malachi Sinclair.”

mind I can take you to him, it will be better if some local visit with you, Right?” he suggested , after thinking for a while I agreed to his suggestion as I trusted him, he is an Indian cop after all, Isn’t he!, “Okay then, You just come out right away, I am already at corner of your hotel ‘Hilton garden Inn’, let me pick you so we both can have our breakfast together and then I’ll take you to my doctor” he said everything in one breath ‘He is near to my hotel, what Is he doing here?’ Questioned it in my mind ‘Don’t think too much, he must be just passing by from here’ my sub conscious replied, I picked up my phone and rushed out, the moment I got out I saw a white colored Indian Police v

I didn't even pause at the door so how did he manage to get it so fast. "What you just have to know is that Kennedy's work name is swift and that is because he's fast at everything especially theft abd breaking into things. He's one of the very best at what he does, taking your phone was a little challenge for him. Anyway now that your plan failed, what is it gonna be?" "What else? Isn't it glaring you won?" "What are you insinuating Mami?" I asked excitedly, Victory sure had a pleasant taste and I was reeling in it.

whether he ignored my crying state or how horrible i look (i was able to take a glimpse of myself in the mirror and that is when i only realised why the maid screamed… i looked like Sadako) but the Viscount still informed me about some great news. The others tried to stop him and let me express my feelings but to no avail. “The project was so magnificent, Milady! It was a beauty! It was so magnificent how it works, and how it was built,oh goodness, I had a great time watching it. I enjoyed it all!” The viscount continued to blabber on about how he was amazed by the turbine and how it works as well as how dedicated and efficient

I had pictured Marquess Montclair to be a black haired devil with a mischievous smile. Moreover, that was exactly how his friend, Viscount of Bart, Viscount Neville looked; his black hair was brushed- or gelled-, to perfection, no single strand out of places, his lips curved in a mischievous tilt as he appeared to listen with rapturous attention to what Abigail was saying to a small group of the crowd around the table, him included. But as I moved around replaying glasses and plates, I noticed that his eyes kept wandering down her cleavage. Despicable, I concluded.