Doctor Giovanni Fire Force Novels & Stories

Paul says in the same calm voice, he doesn't sound childish anymore, he sounds like the ancient creature that he is. "We can't be here! We can't be in the Light&Fire academy! We created it! I'm the one who wrote about it! I made it up! It's not a real place, can't be a real place," I yell out loud, it's not Pauly's fault, but here I'm yelling at him. "But we are Cinder, it's not so bad, we'll have fun here, we'll live your stories," he says trying to make it up for me, but that only drove me to extreme anger.

he hissed, bending his head closer. "Wrong move," I growled, shooting my hand up to grasp his wrist, channeling intense heat into his bones. "Now!" I yelled at my dad as I dropped the walls, forcing the last of my fire's reserves into the man's bloodstream. I let my own power surge into him at the same time, stealing what remained of his life while the fire literally cooked him from the inside.

Giovanni: Sometimes he forgets I own this company and I’m his boss. Giovanni: He seems to forget I could actually fire him for neglecting my wants and desires. She giggled. Emily: No, you can never fire him. Giovanni: Don’t be so confident. Emily: Oh I can be that confident. Emily: I know he’s your only friend so how would you fire your only friend? Emily: You’ve also been friends for so long so I’m sure you won’t do that to each other. Giovanni: I have a feeling there’s something I don’t know.

The live stream was still running, and the comments section exploded instantly. "Holy crap! Are these real special forces?" "Tiger Commando Unit? Isn't that the legendary squad?" "Oh my god, the streamer just called him a mobster when he's clearly a hero!" Clutching his chest, Antonio lifted his head with difficulty. "T-there must be some mistake. He's just a security guard." Giovanni spun around and pulled out his military ID and several gleaming gold medals from inside his jacket. Then, he strode over to Antonio and slammed them into his face.

Even if I had just traded my life for hers. Just then, the door slammed open with a force that rattled the walls. For a heartbeat, I thought it was the Boss. My stomach turned ice. But then… The thunder of gunfire cut through the room. Shouts rose, frantic, overlapping, men scrambling for cover. Smoke curled into the air, the sharp tang of metal burning my throat. And there he was. Giovanni. “Now which one of you was dumb enough to lure my woman out here?” He boomed.

He sent a group text message to everyone reading thus: «God day everyone, considering the event that took place in the past, I apologize for everything and encourage everyone to stay up and move on. We are all humans and are bound to make mistakes. I know a lot has changed and we can’t bring that back. Just try to forgive who ever was at the offense and keep a healthy spirit. As am talking to you guys now, Bruno has made his way out of the country to find another life. He has moved on to achieve greater things. Let us all try and keep to that same essence.» Each of them translated the message in totally different way.

Gioacchino drops his amused tone, which doesn't match the mood one bit. “I'm the leader of Corvi Neri, and I don't appreciate you trying to override my authority.” Giovanni says firmly, crossing his arms, making his muscles bulge slightly in the still blood-smeared shirt. Even though the adrenaline has subsided, he hasn't changed his clothes yet… that's why Theodor Marchetti's blood is still on him. “No need to worry, he's not coming as a caporegime.” Gioacchino shrugs, and says innocently, “He's coming as family.”

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His head whipped to Jovani, who gave a sharp nod, and then he was gone through the door, descending the steps to the first floor, and out onto the street. “Where’s he going?” Gianna asked. Rio turned sharply to her, as if he was seeing Gianna for the first time. With irritation, he asked, “Why are you here?” The anger, Gianna had expected. There was no way she’d expected civility from the person that she had turned down. Feelings were hurt far too much for anything else. As calmly as she could, Gianna replied, managing to pry Giovanni off her, “There was a fire and I was worried about help getting to the effected people quickly enough. I went to help.”

Too young for this kind of hell. But I saw it in his eyes—he wasn’t broken. He was scared, sure, but there was something else there too. Fire. The kind of fire you couldn’t teach. I had seconds to decide. “Jax,” I murmured. “Yeah, Boss.” “If this goes bad, you don’t stop firing until every one of them is down.” “You got it.” I exhaled once, slow, then snapped my aim higher—straight at Giovanni’s face. “You think you’ve cornered me? You forgot one thing, Giovanni. I don’t come here to negotiate.”