Gabe Ugliano Novels & Stories

" Gludox laughed at him, shook his head, and walked away from him on the platform. Gludox Portoni, also known as Gluttony, is a Triad member. He is a chef who owns and operates several restaurants across the country. In the Philippines, he lives alone. Aside from that, Luca knows very little about him. Yes, they are friends, but only because they are both close friends of Wregan Leath, their association's mastermind and leader. Though Wrath dislikes the term "leader," he told them that they are seven friends who don't need a leader because they work as one.

Hello, My name is Jane, and between my sister and me, I am the ugly one. And no, I am not an insecure bitch who likes to complain about my looks all the time. My sister Liliana is blessed with beautiful genes. She had long flowing blonde hair with bright blue eyes and pink lips that remind you of delicate flower petals.

One of the maids entered our dining area, stealing our attention. She spoke sternly with her head hung low and her hands clasped together. As soon as she finished her words, two men appeared behind her. One was Pericle and the other was a man who is about a centimeter taller than Pericle. He must be no other than Luigi Ungaro. I did not expect him to be older than the two people who has higher positions than him. Luigi looked like someone in his fifties with his pockmarked face and the ugly scowl he had that made him appear even more older. Because of this, I’m no sure if Luigi is really in his fifties or if he just looks older than his real age.

"I don't know, but there was an uprising in Morro dos Goltás and they need us there!" "Jânio?!" The young man's widened eyes couldn't believe he had another problem right now. "Definitely!" Griungo spoke, feeling too much hatred towards his boss to care about him now. His mind was on Cloe. "Go after her, Gringo, and call the others to help me in Goltás!" Túlio instructed as he grabbed his helmet and was surprised when his best friend said to him: "That's exactly what I was going to do!"

Elowen said and Guilia shrugged. ** As the bold inscription of Gourmet Galore came into view, Guilia’s body tingled, knowing what she was about to do. Deep down, she prayed it would go very well. Blackmailing wasn’t her thing, and she wished they could be more, but a girl gotta play.

“Once. Years ago. When Cross Atelier was just rebuilding after the scandal with my uncle. He backed us anonymously. Then vanished again.” Elara raised a brow. “And you trust him?” Julian shrugged. “I trust results. And I trust you. If you’re not comfortable after meeting him, we walk away.” She appreciated that. Truly. As their starters arrived, grilled peaches with burrata and mint, Elara let the weight in her chest loosen slightly. She could do this. The past didn’t have to follow her here. “Julian,” she said suddenly, after a quiet pause, “do you ever wonder why I disappeared for so long? After school?”

JILLIAN “Jillian,” Carina came to me wearing a serious face. I immediately turn my body to her and stopped walking around to listen what she wanted to say. “Is there something going on that I don’t know?” she asked me straight. “What do you mean?” I became flustered all of the sudden. “Angelo is getting colder and colder.” Her voice broke, her eyes starting to get reddish as she is still trying to look serious and brave. “You are just imagining things.” I tried to walk away but she tightly gripped on my arm. It quite hurts but it didn’t matter for me.

Three whole days have passed, yet it feels like it's been at least a month. Enduring the Puglias isn't an easy task. They're terrible people, always looking for someone weak to take advantage of. They take pride in being sarcastic and ill-tempered. When I say the Puglia’s, I mean Giotto and his daughter. Gustavo is the exception, as ludicrous as that seems.

Lu called out in confusion "Ari are you there?" "Yes!" A different voice replied "Hello, Luciano" Ugo's rusty bass sneered.

Not that I was scared of any of them, I wasn’t. But I was a wise man and wise men don’t start unnecessary wars or anything. But I did have a thousand more important things to do than to sit down with these assholes. Across the table sat three Gugliemlos: Nicolò, the oldest and head of a big criminal empire; his consigliere and brother, Davide; and Nicolò’s son, Riccardo. On my left was Alfredo—the oldest man in the circle. To my right was Enzo, Gianluigi, Ciro, and all the other heads.