Novel & Cerita Ghostbuster Luigi

That accent, I knew it. It was good to see that he was already out of the hospital and fine. My eyes voluntarily traveled to his stomach where he had been stabbed but he had something akin to a puffer jacket on and I couldn't tell if the bandage was still on or not. "Come on!" The sound of an engine revving softly stopped before me and Luigi, seated on the coolest motorcycle I had ever seen, urged. "I can help you get rid of this pestering guy." He nodded toward Mark with a wink.

"Are you a criminal now?. "Let me explain this to you, the guy who is on the news is not me, he is my clone. He looks exactly like me and he can do everything i can do but he is a ghost, he is also the same fool who was attacking me at the farm house, i don't know if you believe me or not" i explained and they were all quite listening to what i was saying. "So you have been hiding all this to us this entire time?, you really thought that was damn cool?" Dad asked and he smelled anger.

It was the same look he'd had when he executed those traitors back then. "You destroyed my perfect creation!" he roared, his grip tightening. My vision blurred as air was squeezed from my lungs, but I didn't struggle. Instead, I forced out a mocking smile. "Seven years ago, you dug me out of hell," I said. "Are you going to bury me yourself now?" Luigi's hand froze visibly as he gazed at the purplish red marks appearing swiftly on my neck. His expression shifted in an instant from rage to panic, and he yanked his hand away.

“That I also know, but one thing you need to know about me, Miss Gio is that I make the roads I drive on and I know that people need a little push to give you exactly what you want.” Zaverio snapped his fingers and two men dragged an unconscious Luigi into the room and dumped him in front of me. Zaverio placed a gun to his temple and ordered one of his men to wake him up. I looked away when one of his fingers was snapped backwards, he screamed and jerked awake but was held down. His wide eyes caught mine and I felt my control slip. Luigi was a great man who had been my sister’s rock for years, if anything happened to him, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.

"Get out right now, or I swear I'll call the police!" "Police?" Luigi scoffed. "We've been behind bars too many times to be afraid of that, sweetheart. And you think we look like despicable jerks to you? You have no idea what these 'jerks' are capable of, to you and your precious boyfriend." His gaze darkened, sending shivers down my spine. There was something truly sinister about their aura—their energy radiated malice and darkness.

Anna watched who was coming in and out of the room, she saw the daughter return, but then she went back out and sat down with the others, after a while more two men said goodbye and left by the elevator and the family were talking very busy and with their backs to the room, then she called him. "Love now it's free you can go up now, it's time". Luiggi disguised himself the same way he did when he killed that woman, he was unrecognizable, he waited for the elevator to arrive when it opened. He was startled to recognize its occupants were John and Oliver, but they did not recognize him, so he was glad he got on and waited for the doors to close to go up and fulfill his task. ------------------

"Ehm, I'm about to uhm, you know, take a bath and stuff. Being a descent uhh ghost *clears throat*..." His blue eyes were focused on her and nothing else, revealing no emotion or thought whatsoever and his mouth remained mute. Is he still mad at me? In the end, that bath was the shortest one of her life. Geneva came out once again but now with a face deeply highlighted to look like an ebony queen and nails polished nude. She was covered from head to toe in her white lolita wedding gown. A wide hat sat atop her head as a veil covered her face. Her feet were in heels, her fingers in gloves, no skin was left available to the ghost!

There was a phone booth nearby, and he slipped inside to call Walsh. The call went through at last, to his utmost relief. “It’s me, Matteo. My wife and I are in Philadelphia right now, Walsh. Luigi and his men were following me around the place. Luigi is alive and is back for revenge. My wife is at her brother’s house while I had just stepped out,” he rambled on breathlessly. “I thought as much. Luigi’s death was staged. Give me your location and I’ll send a team from our Ohio headquarters.”

First aunt Rochelle now Luigi. I crouched down near Luigi whose eyes were still open. Then I shut it with a tear dropping from my eyes. "You fucking let your guard down Luigi!" I yelled bitterly. "This means war! This really means war!" I yelled, walking away while Benjamin and Pedro took Luigi's body. The Dark Mambas gave me a body to bury and I swear they'll have more bodies to bury when I am done with them….

I was finally going to come face to face with the monster of a man. As I dwelt in the thought, a wave of warmth shot through my spine, and like second nature, my eyes had connected those familiar ocean blue orbs from across the room. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I pleasantly watched the smooth manner at which Ghost’s lips had been moving while he robotically conversed with an older man. Luigi Sanchez. Ghost had been speaking to his boss—his former Don. And the brute had been speaking with so much dominance. He stood tall, intimidatingly tall, so courageous that I could almost sense fear leaking from the former Don of the Sanchez famiglia.