Creepypasta Luigi Novels & Stories

“She told me about Beatrice’s little pop-up. I know you’re involved in this.” Arching an eye brow, I raised my glass and took a slow sip. “Perfume?” I scoffed once I’d swallowed. “Really, Luigi? You know damn well I don’t dapple in perfumes.” “I know it was you,” Luigi spat, his voice rising. I chuckled. “You give me far too much credit, Luigi. Beatrice is ambitious enough to plot her own schemes. Perhaps your little mistress should blame her instead of me.” Luigi’s teeth ground together. He leaned forward, planting his palms on the stone ledge of the hot tub, his face inches from mine. “I swear, if you even so much as try to pull something like this again, I’ll…”

As much as I didn't want to pick up Lucia's call; I ended up doing just that; I did; and at the background; I heard violent screams at the background; I almost drop the plate in my hand in fear… I ask Lucia, what is happening there; and she told me that she went to a party with Muna; and all of a sudden, Muna began to shake and she turned into a hairy monster; a Werewolf… And now; everyone at the party have their voices, high pitched due to fear; I told Lucia to send me the address to the party; I pick up my jacket; and hurried there; I stop by the address Lucia had sent to me; the entire place had claw marks all over; I walk inside; and I saw everyone sitting at a corner; I went further and

] [Once all your clients become mine, it'll be time for you to disappear. I stared at the messages. Combined with the things a few clients had quietly hinted to me before, everything finally clicked into place.

" It read: A + A + A +C=NL Most of the pack would not have understood that. Jesse on the other hand had done a lot of research on the Paglione family. She had gone over the information that they had on them over and over. It wasn't a lot, but what she did know was that the letters were names. Anthony, Athena, Anthony, and C was Alyssa. The Pagliones had one child AJ. Anthony Junior. If in fact, the C was Alyssa then they had found out that she was in that pack. At least that was what they were hoping. NL must stand for Cosa Nostra Lupus.

She has been here this whole time? “Yeah…” I answered, taking a glimpse of the small portion of food that Lucy had dished for me. The angel smiled, then looked at my plate, and immediately, with my two eyes, I saw the pasta on my plate begin to rise, so much. What?! “Should I stop?” She asked, and I nodded frantically in awe. “There is some meat, turkey to be precise, below the pasta. I figured that your friend might begin another round of questioning if she sees a turkey lap on your pasta. That would be difficult to explain.” She said, and I nodded, agreeing with her. But I wasn’t going to eat with them. I was going to my room.

She cleaned her lips with the back of her palm. "Why are you overreacting? Is this your first-time kissing?" Ralph asked in a cold tone. "No but…." Lucinda couldn’t bring herself to say anything; she was already feeling bad that the kiss happened, and she felt like she had wronged Lucifer. Ralph grabbed her wrist, pulling her away from the puzzle with his eyes fixed on it. He took out his phone and took a picture of the puzzle. It was a giant map that looked like the map of the city they were in, but there were a lot of places that had treasure chests at the top.

He was the perfect puppet - he had the looks of a good candidate, and if he could woo people the way he conned women into his bed, it’d be easy enough to ensure whoever the puppet master was called all the shots. “I’m sure it’s someone from the family line,” I insisted. Cato leaned in closer, giving me a toothy grin. “Then why the hell have I been seein’ so many lycans in the past couple days?” He was whisked away, back into the thrum of customers, before I could answer. Another pink drink slid down the bar, stopping in front of me. It was a trick Cato was proud of, and one I didn’t mind until I had to close up my tab - one that had been steadily growing over the past years.

I state firmly, though I doubt he’ll survive long enough to tell me much. “Boss, it’s bad,” Lorenzo warns. “The scene was brutal. Whoever did this wanted to send a message.” “They did,” I mutter, clenching my free hand into a fist. “And I’ll make sure they regret it.” I end the call, shoving my phone into my pocket as I step back onto the crowded street. Each step makes my limp feel more pronounced, but the pain is nothing compared to the fury burning in my chest. The game is on, and I’m going to remind whoever dared cross the De Luca family why I’m the Don.