Gianna Michaels Wiki Novels & Stories

Gianna stood up, stepping closer to Phoenix. " By the way, nice macaroni you got here " She smirked. " Back to our story. The Goddess I am talking about is none other than, Melinoe, Queen, and Goddess of Panic and Terror...my mother " Gianna finally dropped the bomb and it exploded loud in Phoenix's head making her eyes enlarge in great shock.

And then he looked at Gianna. Mason turned to Gianna and let his hand rest lightly on the small of her back. "This is my wife, Gianna. Gianna, this is Richard Thompson and Michael Chen, two of my oldest business associates." “It's a pleasure to meet you both," Gianna smiled. "The pleasure is all mine. I actually recognize you from one of my favorite movies, 'Twilight's Whisper'. It's an honor to finally meet you in person," Michael said. The movie in question was a big-hit project, that she played only a two-minute scene in as a background extra and a nameless woman walking her dog in Central Park.

I was silent for a moment before replying, "I will not accept his estate. Please donate everything to the humanitarian aid fund established in his name." With that, I ended the call. Meanwhile, in the basement, Gianna learned of Michele's death from the news on television. She started throwing herself against the walls and shrieking hysterically. "No, that's impossible! Michele can't be dead! He promised he'd take care of me forever!" No one paid any attention to her screams. Instead, they reinforced the basement door with stronger locks and steadily increased the dosage of the sedatives. The order Michele had once given had become a reality—Gianna would never walk out of that place for the

She asked, tears blurring her vision and flooding helplessly down her cheeks. "Mika you existed before me and you would definitely exist if I am gone and for the records I do not care if it die or live I just want to find Gianna and end this madness" "Gianna again? Why can't we have a proper conversation without you mentioning her name. She is not even that important. She is just a cursed female Alpha. I bet you never knew your so-called Gianna was cursed by the moon goddess huh?" I raised my hands to hit her.

Aria said, surprised. "We need to talk," Gianna said. She glanced over her shoulder before entering the house. "Privately." Aria led her to the study and closed the door. Gianna was a woman in her sixties now, her face carved from decades of navigating impossible power dynamics. She'd been a Commission member longer than anyone except Antonio. She'd survived wars. She'd survived purges. She'd survived by always being three steps ahead. "I resigned from the Commission this morning," Gianna said without preamble.

POV - GABRIELLA SANGRIENTO "Patetico." The man spat while he slowly paced around in circles, facing me with a smirk as I'm tied up. "I'm surprised you're not giving up yet. Quite impressed." He stops in his tracks and pays full attention to me. Animosity crawled through me. I want him to pay for doing harsh things to innocent children. This prick has no idea that I purposely let him kidnap me. I'm Gabriella Sangriento, the most feared woman in Italy. Known as the Mafia queen and leader of the Leone d'Oro. It's not so easy to capture me. If the fucking police force can't do it why would a disgusting child molester easily capture me.

Hazel jumped on the sofa and sat beside her, kissing her cheek fiercely. Her words made Selena smile. “Okay, then when Hazel turns eighteen, you can work as my agent, okay?” Hazel pouted. “That’s taking too long, I can be your agent right now, mama!” Her cute face and words could make Selena laugh, but she didn’t laugh because on the screen Alexander was present. “I want to clarify regarding the video Chloe Bailey and Sophia, her best friend made the other day, what they said about Gianna is completely untrue.” “I have met her myself and Gianna has been really polite and humble. It was Sophia who caused trouble and humiliated her. That’s why Gianna was upset with us, which is understandable.

Gianna’s words now were like rubbing salt into her wounds. Gianna sat lazily on her bed, her gaze falling on Martha. “What doesn't belong to you never belonged to you, let alone your corrupt character!" Martha’s face turned blue. Gianna was telling her straight to her face about why she wasn't chosen by Talia. It was because of her moral turpitude. They could see it in what happened today. “Gianna, who are you to talk about me? For you to be accepted as a disciple by Talia means you passed through corners! You expect us to believe you’re that talented?”

‘Bella’ One of them began and she cut him off angrily, ‘Mi chiamo Alcina Moretti e abbatterò Giovanni, sono stato addestrato da agenti del Mossad, so come uccidere, qualcuno di voi vorrebbe sfidarmi oggi?" [My name is Alcina Moretti and I will bring Giovanni down, I have been trained by MOSSAD Agents, I know how to kill, would any of you care to challenge me today?]’ They looked at one another and no one moved she barked a harsh laugh tossing her silky mane of hair,

The kind that says they know something I don’t. “You don’t know?” Alexandro says. “If I knew, I wouldn’t be asking,” I snap. “Talk.” Leo sighs. Runs a hand through his hair. “Gianna Rossi. Ran from her family twenty-five years ago. Married a soldier named Romano. Had a kid. Then she died. Car crash, supposedly. Rossi’s been looking for her since. Word is, they just found out Gianna had a daughter before she died.” Daughter. “Odessa,” I say. Not a question.