Ghostbuster Luigi Mga Nobela at Kwento

The image of Luigi and Logan sitting across from each other, having drinks, laughing and celebrating was as odd to me as Santa Claus in a bikini. “Oh my god,” Luigi said, suddenly slamming his hand down on the table. “I almost forgot to tell you. You’ll never guess who we ran into at the restaurant?” Not sure I could handle any more surprises at the moment, I hesitantly asked, “Who?” Luigi’s lips twisted into a wry smile. “Ready for this,” he said. I nodded. “Beatrice. She’s working as an escort now.” Luigi started laughing as he described the situation. When he was done though, he noticed that I wasn’t laughing.

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.

"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!

His hands slowly ran up my shoulders until they wrapped around my neck, just resting there none too gently while I felt my eyes widen and my breathing hitched in my throat. Luigi sat back in his chair, his eyebrows raised as he looked from me to his son. He sounded rather bored as he said, “I don’t think that you want to do that.” “Why not? It will get rid of the problem I have unwittingly created, and no one would be able to trace her disappearance back to us.”

I knew what he would say next, but I couldn’t let that thought take root in his mind. Luigi was an orphan sponsored by my mother when she was alive. He only had half werewolf blood and had never met his mother. The secret of his mother’s identity was buried with his father’s death when he was ten. He didn’t even know if his mother was human or from another species. When my mother passed away, she asked Luigi to take care of me. So he gave up better job opportunities and stayed at the Nightblade Pack’s clinic, becoming a regular doctor. I always regarded Luigi as a brother, and a friend, but I couldn’t return his feelings.

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.”