Damar Ardiansyah Romane & Geschichten

He is Davero Anderson Wiratama! ***

Did Mariano fucking sophisticated Rivera pull the bad boy card on them? Aiden approved of him; I saw it in the way he returned the nod. But Landon didn't like him a bit. He stared him up and down with a look of disgust. "How old are you?" He snarled. "Fifty?" "Twenty- six, thanks, Landon." I answered for him. Landon snorted, then glared at me. "You shouldn't be hanging out with old dudes, Izz." He’s not that old… I shrugged. "Kay."

It was the first time I saw the tattoo that covered his entire back. I’d never seen it before. It was a highly detailed skull that was realistic and somewhat menacing, with deep, dark eye sockets and a wide, toothy grin. The shading and depth gave it a three-dimensional effect, making it appear almost lifelike. The design extended from his lower back up to his shoulders, creating a striking and impactful visual. It was certainly a work of art and my favorite tattoo of his. My second favorite were the words written on his fingers. They spelt out ‘il migliore’ which was Italian for his nickname ‘The Beast’, a title he wore with pride.

“Not my fault. I had to stay back in Sophia’s pack, carrying out duties to make sure her Father approved of me.” Liam served himself a glass of whiskey. “And you left us for two months.” Liam sat beside me. “A man needs to do what he has to do for his woman,” Max cocked a brow. Sipping my drink, “Has her Father approved?” “I won’t be back if he doesn't.” “This calls for celebration.” Liam picked up his glass, stretching it forward, “Let’s make a toast.” Max and I picked up our glasses, raising them. Liam continued. “We are making a toast to Leo’s successful wedding to Eira. We are making a toast to Max's approval with Sophia. And lastly, we are making a toast to my engagement with Daisy and

I chuckle softly, looking toward Zander’s arm. His face went from a small friendly smile to a frustrated glare. “Yes, and you did a number on Danni, Eric and five of my top warriors, three of whom are in ICU fighting for their lives.” he glares at me eyes flickering from gold to hazel as he tries to control his own wolf’s anger.

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”

The man before me stands around 6'2", and is grossly overweight with his stomach peeking out of the bottom of his grease-stained olive green shirt, and judging by the smell and look of his teeth, he could use a few lessons in proper hygiene. Once he's finished taking me in, his demeanor changes. He stands up straighter, pulling his shoulders back, and then tries sucking his gut in. "Something that I can help you with boy?" He asks, his voice now carrying a flirty edge to it, which causes disgust to rip through my entire body at the human that Amaris and Axel were placed with. "Sir," I say with a nod, "I'm looking for Amaris Redding. Is she here?" At the mention of her name, his eyes narrow a

I did not understand how hard it was going to be for us to be able to cope with all of this at once. Damon’s voice still rang in my ears. Steady. Strong. But I could hear the ache under it, the grief that clung to each word. The fire he spoke with wasn’t just fury, it was heartbreak. It was the sound of a man who had been torn open and was trying to stitch himself back together in front of everyone. It sounded like a man who was doing his best not to show weakness because he needed everyone around him to stand strong. And despite his pain, despite his agony and anger, he stood.

Dane let out a pained yelp but quickly regained his footing and countered with a brutal kick to Dash’s ribs. “Mia, I really think it’s time we get out of here,” Kendra suggested again. “I won’t leave Dane.” I retorted. “He’s the Alpha. Dash is no match for him,” she replied. I stood my ground watching the two battling it out inches away. As the fight wore on, the shack became filled with the scent of sweat, blood, and fur. The two were evenly matched, and neither seemed willing to give up the fight. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Dane managed to land a devastating blow to the side of Dash’s head, knocking him to the floor. With a triumphant growl, Dane stood over his fallen broth

“My past…” “You have to understand that your past only makes me want to cradle you in my arms for the years to come. Not to mention spoil you, love, and protect you” Dante said, stopping me, his words making my heart skip a beat “I will always know that my mate, my children’s mother, would be strong enough to withstand anything; therefore, your past is something that I am proud of neonata, and not something that you should be ashamed of”