Ghostbuster Luigi Novels & Stories

Just then, the front door swung open, and there stood Luigi, his infectious grin making me smile. He was dressed casually in jeans and a black hoodie. Moments later, a man, whom I presumed was his father, came up behind him. He gazed at me as if he already knew me. “Summer,” Luigi called, pulling my attention back to him. “What are you doing over there?” He jogged down the steps, high-fiving Tristan, who giggled in response. “What’s up, little man?” Luigi turned to face his dad. “Dad, this is Tashir and her boy Tristan. Guys, that’s my father, Dan.”

I needed to discuss that with Darcy. “We’re here, Dad!” Dashiell cheered. I opened the door and helped my son out of the car. He ran toward his mother’s SUV. I looked around us. My men had checked the forest and cleared the area of danger. I didn’t need to worry about enemy attacks. “Boss, Luigi is dead,” Neil whispered. “Okay.” I took out my phone and called Giovanni. “Is this about Luigi?” the man guessed after greeting me. “Where should we take his body?” I asked.

CHAPTER 76: Your darkness will consume her Nero stalked after Luigi again, his long strides relentless, and grabbed him. This time, he dragged him across the nightclub floor by his hair, pulling him over the shards of glass and debris that now littered the nightclub floor. Luigi grunted in pain, but it didn’t seem to stop his cousin. The lights overhead painted the trail in lurid color, blue, red, violet, like a sick CHAPTER 75: Club chaos

" Can I help you? " " Yes, my name is Michelangelo . Me and my wife had a fight and I did something that I shouldn't have and long story short she hears so would it be possible if I can see her because I know that she's in here my phone tracked her down to here and the tracking devices that I use state-of-the-art so if you seen my wife or if you run into her when she came to you for help please can I see her. " " Oh you are Angelo Luca, one of the Luca twins, where is Luigi ? "

At first I thought it was mafia reinforcements, but when they started shooting at Dom Luigi's men, I realized they were more Lucca Capone's soldiers. I entered the house, supported by my agents, and we began the sweep for the mob boss. Outside, things seemed to have been brought under control, for we heard no more shots. We entered several rooms, but the man seemed to have disappeared. Then I heard a single shot from the forest. My heart sped up and I ran towards the place where I had left Laura. When I got close to the rock, I saw Don Luigi's body, lying a few meters away. I approached and looked to the side, praying to heaven that my little one was okay. She was paralyzed, gun in hand, hea

The second the door closed, Ghost gripped the edge of the table until his knuckles whitened. Because he didn’t recognize himself around Luca. And he didn’t like who he became. Luca returned ten minutes later, face flushed, a small bandage on his arm. Ghost raised an eyebrow. “Just fluids,” Luca muttered. “Troy said I’m dehydrated.” “No shit.” Luca ignored him and returned to the map. “If we push from the southeast…” “Sit down before you fall,” Ghost snapped. Luca blinked. “I’m not that…” He swayed. Ghost moved fast, hand shooting out and gripping his waist to steady him. Luca froze beneath his touch.

he growls. Professor Luigi approaches, clearing his throat. "Am I interrupting something?" The sound of his friend's voice seems to snap him out of his violent daze as he releases my throat. "Not at all." It's like he changes at the flick of a switch once his friend appears. "Our Uber is here," Professor Luigi says, his eyes darting between me and Archer. "Are you ready?" Archer's jaw flexes as he clenches it. "Sure. Just give me one moment."

My suspicions are confirmed by his carelessness in leaving his forearm showing and I recognize the tattoo on the skin of the man who took my mother away. “ Bastard…”,I whisper to myself the way I learned from Luigi and Daddy to call him. He begins to sneak around with his gun poised under his jacket, so as to find the perfect position to shoot, but mostly not to be stopped before he accomplishes it. That is if he carries it out, because I don't think twice about putting the glass on the table and picking up one of the guns left available to unsuspecting guests who want to participate in the game. Luigi gets ready, silence breaks out among everyone and a gun goes off causing the guests to wi

I spat out with disgust. “You see what I mean?” he said, his voice filled with amusement as he glanced at Luigi. I didn't take my eyes off him as he rounded the table, stripping every piece of clothing from my body with his gaze. “Even in this precarious position, she still spits fire like a true dragonessa.” Luigi shifted on his feet uncomfortably before he spoke, “Maybe, I should go and check for Leonardo's location. We should be prepared.” “Yes, you should,” Giovanni agreed.

Not this time. We moved into the house with precision. Eddie was right next to me, his presence a solid support. It didn't take long before we noticed Luigi—sitting in the shadows, looking like a mere ghost of the man he once was. His eyes widened when he saw us, a mix of fear and defiance on his face. "I thought you'd never find me," he taunted, trying to get up but stumbling. "Interesting," I replied coldly. He straightened up, attempting to regain some control. "You think you've won, huh? You believe that taking me out will solve everything?"