Gavin Casalegno Ethnicity Novels & Stories

Turning to Cain with slight amusement, I snagged another drink from a passing busboy. “You know as far as family goes; you guys are the least supportive” “And I guess Chance is the most supportive family you know?” We both looked at Chance and the idiot couldn’t hide the smile as he and his boyfriend talked to Lydia. I would be kidding if I said I liked Chance’s boyfriend. With everything that had gone on in the past, the minute Giovanni Montefalco had appeared in our lives I had done a thorough background check about him. The fact that he was even Italian was a major red flag. From the bits of information, I had from my mother and my fucking half-brother, one thing was clear to me I fucking

Massimo introduced himself while extending his tattooed arm for a handshake which Ethan took with a disturbed expression in his perfectly carved face. "Cassano?" Ethan mumbled to himself but the man infront to him had a sharp ear, he heard it without any effort. "Yes! Heir of Cassano. I'm from Italy" he muttered while grabbing a chair for himself while his gang stood next to him. Ethan couldn't help but feel a churning feeling inside him at the aura of the man. He looked more of his age and the dangerous vibe from him intrigued the young adult. "I heard a lot of you. The rich, young, handsome student from LA" Massimo said making Ethan smile at him with pride. Nodding his head he waited for M

My wife told me about her Family during our first few months of marriage. She loved them very much. I should have known all this before; we all should have. But the truth was that I was focused solely on getting her to marry me. “How is it that none of us heard of this before?” And how was it not picked up in Lorena’s background check that there was a feud between Kennedy Calvino and his brother? “Well, none of us are really from old families,” Giovanni retorted. “Alessio came from old money, but his family is based in Canada.

He rolled his eyes at Johnny and said, "Yeah? Then what are you waiting for?" Johnny sighed, and Grandpa just rolled his eyes again. "I'm Markus Gravano, grandfather of this dickhead." "I'm Alessia," I said shyly. "I know exactly who you are, my child," he said, looking at his wife with a smile. "Come on, let's get something to eat, shall we?" Clarissa said, much to my relief.

"Fine. I’ll tell my men to step back. But I want my money by the end of the week. I’ve got two jobs for you." My lips curled into a small smile. "Deal." He shook his head. Alessio leaned back in his chair, watching me with amusement, like a cat playing with a mouse before the kill. “You look different, Gavino,” he mused, tilting his head. “More... civilized. Almost unrecognizable.” I didn’t respond. I wasn’t here for small talk. He smirked at my silence. “It’s a shame. You used to be a legend.”

As the Cleveland Caporegime muttered, the Confezzioni Caporegime added: "We should call him Eugene Belmonte now." "That Eugene Belmonte?!" The Cleveland Caporegime exclaimed in a low voice. Those who heard turned with eyes full of interest to observe the young mixed-race man's face. It was the appearance of an even more interesting and entertaining figure than Giovanni Belmonte, whom they had originally expected.

Caspian said coldly. "Bastard! Do you even know who I am? I am Zayn Gasse of the Gasse family of Dhord City! Since you lay a hand on me, I'll make sure you'll suffer!" Zayn's brows furrowed as he roared. Zayn Gasse was a member of the aristocratic Gasse family of Dhord City. He was one of the many pursuers of Jyn. Upon learning that she was opening a branch in Southlake City, he rushed over to show his support.

He nodded and left in a hurry. Lina raised her eyebrows, thinking who could make Gambini be in that state he was in. His parents were Italian, he was short and didn't speak much of his people. It was probably someone he knew in the V.I.P. Lina knew that Gambini was fond of strange and powerful people, but she never bothered to find out who they were, exactly. ‘Ignorance is a bliss,” she always repeated to herself, in this type of situation.

Seb keeps his eyes on the guy and stands near the man, twirling his axes in a vaguely threatening manner, “What’s your name anyway?” The guy smirks and inclines his head, “Apologies, I am Caelius Notaro, of the house Notaro in Genoa, Italy. We are a respected house; I was drawn to the Veil for their ideals of unity and peace. The ones I followed here, I am undercover with them from my side of the Veil. They are led by a crazed man who wants a genocide of the Humans. I do not wish for that, nor does my house, or The Veil I truly work for. I stand against these bastards who would kill others for little more than personal preference.” Seb nods,

Ariana just smiled. "It's really fine," she said. Ariana approached them and looked at the handsome baby in the woman's arms. The baby clearly didn't resemble his mother at all, with his reddish-white skin typical of Europeans. His eyes were green, and his hair was blonde. "He's very handsome," Ariana praised sincerely. The baby reminded her of Axel. "What's his name?" she asked the woman, who was most likely of Asian descent. "Kenzo Alessandro Cariann," the woman said proudly. "My husband is of Spanish descent," she continued. "My name is Gina Nakagawa Cariann."