Vito Basso Novels & Stories

Aware of Boma and Donovan's unconventional love story, he harboured both reservations about Donovan's demeanor and a genuine desire for the couple's happiness. Throughout their tumultuous journey, Fidelis had formed an unexpected friendship with Boma, understanding the depth of her unease about Donovan. He had become a confidant, silently supporting her in the shadows. Though not a staunch supporter of Donovan due to his reputation as a "bad boy," Fidelis recognized a subtle shift in Donovan's attitude. Surprisingly, Donovan had gradually allowed him to be more involved, understanding the sincerity of his care for Boma. Fidelis often found himself in an odd position—rooting for Boma's happin

She spoke tauntingly making my mouth left ajar in shock and embarrassment…. James Russo! You are going to be fucking death of me!!

That's the rule, so the man have to sleep with someone in order to leave the hotel, unless the guy wants to live there forever. Darrem forgot that the lady wasn't aware of his role in this business. He has no plan on telling her anyway. If he would reveal to her that he was the CEO and founder of Casa Roma, he will lose the thrill of their meeting. He was Darrem Roma, the CEO and founder of Casa Roma. He was the youngest child of Chasy and Roy Roma, one of the richest businessman in America. Their family own Vianca Island, and many properties and land around the world. They also own T-RACE, a known shoe brand and Aromani Wine. His mother gave him the permission to manage the resort business

he asked. I shook my head and looked around the hall. With a low groan, Bella said, “Well, she’s probably back in her room. She saw him.” She pointed at the tall man standing in the corner of the room beside Danilo Romano, his features sharp and attire well-polished. “Terenzio De Vitto,” I whispered. The man Dom had chosen for Ros. The underboss of Washington. His height was taller than Danilo, and his spine was straighter with pride. Ros knew he would come, and she had promised to prepare herself for it. It certainly hadn’t included her hiding in her room.

He gives me a smile and grabs my hand. (What’s your name mate?) he asks curiously. (I’m Mila Gibson and you?) I ask. (That’s a beautiful name. I’m Adam Thompson.) He replies. (What pack are you from Adam?) I ask innocently. (I’m the future beta of the Crescent Moon Pack.) He says proudly. I pull my hand away from him slowly, and he looks at me confused. (Is something wrong?) He asks confused. (I’m sorry, but I have plans and this is not part of them.) I whisper.

“That’s how you got to know Donatello?” “Yes, and no” I said, shaking my head “Donatello and I were classmates at school. The two of us were even good friends. He knew about the abuse my dad inflicted on my mom, and eventually, one day, I asked for his help. He didn’t kill dad, the man is still alive as a rogue, but that doesn’t mean that he didn’t hurt him. Eventually, mom met Vitaly and married him; however, I know for fact that the scars he left are still too great to heal”

VVVVV “Give me a shot” a woman said sliding onto the stool beside Takashi. The bartender turned and got to work. “I haven’t seen you around before. Who are you?” the woman asked like she couldn’t care less. Geiru did say to introduce himself. “Takashi Fujiwara”. He felt the change of atmosphere, like everyone stopped what they were doing, but he knew it was only in his head. “Any relation to Dai Fujiwara?” she asked looking interested.

His eyes caught a jersey that had the a black hawk logo on it with a title “Black hills high” Lucas entered the tent to reach for the Jersey, “We’re not supposed to be touching stuff Lucas, we don’t want to get our fingerprints on anything that could compromise us enough” Roman warned as he started getting on the lookout before anyone finds them there Lucas came back out with the Jersey, “The Victim was a student of this school and her name is Sophie” he turned the back of the Jersey to Roman “Sophie 9” Roman read the wording slowly, “It looks like a sport wear” he added

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

The door swung open, revealing a spiral staircase which we followed until we reached the earthen floors of the old basement below, the air damp and wreaking of piss and stale blood. All the cells were empty but one, where a pitiful looking man hung naked from the wall, his chin resting against his chest as his body shook with each ragged breath. He was a fucking mess, with so much blood pouring from the dozens of wounds inflicted by Marco’s Beta that it was a wonder he was alive at all. “Wolfsbane?” I asked, noticing how none of his wounds seemed to be healing. “And silver. Like I said, Alex got a bit carried away. We’ve got a blood transfusion on standby, but the wolfsbane will wear off in