Funny Luigi Novels & Stories

he slurred. “Oh my God, are you drunk?!” Her eyes widened. “Me?” He beat his chest cockily. “I am the devil. I don't get drunk. Drunk gets me– get that?” He laughed. Mia stared worriedly at him. “You're not laughing. But I bet if Lev, president's son Lev had made that joke, you'd be bawling your eyes out from laughing.” “Well yeah. Unlike you, he's actually hilarious.” Luca hissed through his teeth. “You keep telling me another man is better than me at anything, and I might just have to punish you.” His head swayed in an attempt to nod.

I replied and laughed softly at my dirty jokes. "Did he do it? Who is the better fucker, the father or the son?" Luciano asked, I acted like I'm thinking about his question. "Of course you are the better and the best fucker. Zuck still needs a little practice, you should train him to be beast in bed." I replied and could not stop myself from laughing. I heard Luciano laugh too because of the antics I was telling him. Until now, it still surprised me and makes me happy in a strange way every time I make Luciano laugh or I see him laughing at some stupid jokes because I often see him laughing.

Two hours ago, Laron would have gladly jeered at his face and danced around the table before telling him he had no chance. But he couldn't simply bring himself to do that. Luigi wasn't that bad; he was the problem; he was being an asshole, inheriting Rune's enemies. So he stuffed his mouth with steak. Luigi laughed. "Get out of here, man." Laron tried not to choke on the food; maybe this elite wasn't as bad as those who walked into the orphanage to only smile at them when the camera was on. He watched as Luigi picked up his bottle of wine, poured it into another empty glass, and then shifted it to him. "It's fruit."

This silly kid is really good. Luigi smiled at what he heard. Luhan even hugged her. "Uncle L, thank you very much for all the help you did for Mama and me.. I am very thankful for that, it's a pity... You are not my real father, maybe I and Mama are very lucky. If we had- year." Luhan said without a break. Luigi's broken heart was slightly happy at what he heard. "No worries, I can still be your second father, remember that." Luigi replied with a smile. Hope was in tears when she heard. His best friend is really kind and never lets him down.

] Luigi flinched away from the raw anger on Romero’s face, 'S, s. scusa Capo.’ [S. s. s. sorry Boss.] He stuttered quickly looking at the floor. ‘Stavo solo cercando di alleggerire l'atmosfera, sai, con quella piccola battuta.’ [.I was only trying to lighten the atmosphere, you know, with that little joke.] He shut up quickly when Romero tsked angrily, ‘Ti ho fatto una domanda.’ [I asked you a question.] He growled and Luigi responded immediately,

He starts to praise Alessio's cooking, going on and on about some dessert. I wish I were the only one who got to taste Alessio's cooking, no matter how ridiculous that sounds. "Who is this Jo? Why the fuck is he so close with Alessio?" Giulio stares at me for a few seconds before he tips his head back and laughs like a hyena. He slaps the table a few times before he drops to the floor, laughing and hugging his stomach. His actions are comical, like something straight out of a cartoon. "What the fuck are you laughing for?" I want to kick him but he rolls away like he has eyes in the back of his head. I feel like a fool for having told him that.

“You really don't care if you make people miserable,” Lilo laughed excitedly. He even held his stomach, which suddenly cramped from laughing so much this afternoon. ”No wonder they call you crazy.” “Not crazy bucin, Lo,” interrupted Mario who didn't want to lose. ‘Bulol. Stupid bucin.” “I'm not stupid, huh,’ King snapped. ”I still have the sanity to behave normally, even though the situation is reversed according to what I want.”

“You’re really fucking stupid, aren’t you? What’s the difference between telling me and telling Luigi? He’s mine. Not like you, you weak little pussy.” I spit in his face, watching as it drips down his cheek. His smirk falters, just for a second. I turn to Luigi, wiping my hand on my coat like I’ve touched something filthy. “Get the words out of him. I don’t care how you do it. I want every fucking detail.” Luigi nods sharply. “Consider it done.”

"I've been expecting you." My grip on the Colt Python tightens. "Oh, Luigi. But I didn't get an invite." "Sarcastic," he comments. "And quite deft are you." "That's what you get when you employ dumb guards. Why waste money on their suits when they are useless?" "Did you come here to banter, Antonio?"

I said, making both of us laugh out, attracting the attention of the others. "Shut the fuck up! Both of you!" Luciano yelled. Making us laugh more. Oh, how did I get this lucky?