Gianna Michaels Wiki Novels & Stories

Upon getting to her front, he leaned over her desk and whispered into her ear. “ Be prepared. I'm a devil and I will be willing to show you to hell.” He smirked darkly at her and walked over to his seat for the next class. Ellie, Prince Killian's girlfriend, glared daggers at Nicki who simply rolled her eyes. Just when Alpha Prince Killian wanted to take his seat, Nicki spoke up. “ Thank you for the invitation. I'm willing to go to hell with you. I bet it would be fun.” She said aloud for everyone to hear.

Two women came into the room and if finding out that she lived in the church was not a big shock, what I saw next was even worse. "Everyone this is my mother Georgina, and this is my aunt Genevieve." She said. "Your aunt is a nun?" Mason asked. I can't believe that he said that out loud, we were all shocked to see that Genevieve was a nun but we kept our lips shut. "Oh, I forgot to mention to mention that." Gianna said. "Welcome everyone... Yes I know it seems a bit weird but yes I am a nun... Elena... I'm glad that I finally met you. My grandmother would be so happy ." She said and held my hands.

Fear, anger, and a fierce need for revenge boiled inside her. After the ambulance took Isabella to the hospital, Cecilia finally freed a hand and checked her phone. Within hours, Gianna’s name was on every major headline. Leaked videos, old bills, nightclub photos, behind-the-scenes footage, and evidence of bribed doctors fabricating reports all came out. Gianna’s careful “innocent rising star” image was shattered completely overnight. Footsteps pounded down the hospital corridor. Lyon arrived with his men. His expression was dark. Gianna followed behind him, and her face was wet with tears.

"She is Liliana Medici. She's the mother I hid and protected under a false identity for ten years, the mother I spent eight years searching across thirteen countries to find doctors who could rebuild her body!" He yanked the knife from his waist. The blade gleamed coldly under the lights as he pointed it straight at Giovanna's face, the tip almost touching her skin. "You smashed her head with a candlestick. You burned her with a cigar. You stabbed her palm with a dagger. And you say you did it for me?" Giovanna completely broke down. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the floor, tears and mucus streaming down her face as her whole body shook.

She stood still but didn't run for her life. "Turn around." She did not turn her head. Red-hot anger spread throughout Michel's body. No one dared to ignore him. Well, this girl... "I said come back," Michel shouted behind her. Fanny jumped again, but this time she turned quickly. She looked down, which really annoyed him. He wanted to see her face. Who is she? And what was she doing here? For what purpose? Judging from her appearance, she doesn't belong in a place like this. Not in a Mafia house.

A time would come, and she would have no choice but to tell him the truth. She sighed, getting up from the floor. She would have to start preparing for that situation then. But as of now, she couldn't tell him anything. Gianna walked back to the chamber and went straight to her bed. She laid down on it, deep in thoughts. It was times like this that made her wish she had a female friend. She had a few she could call friends back when Micheal was still alive, but when her husband's business began to go down in ruins, so many of them didn't want to associate with her. She was exceptionally sad about that, but then, there was nothing she could do.

She is my goddess and she is mafia so naturally, she is my mafia goddess. -Kane? - mafia goddess(Byanca) -Yes, what is mia dea?- Me -Just wanted to make sure you didn’t give me a fake number - mafia goddess(Byanca) -Why would I do that? Do people actually do that?- Me -Yes, people will do this. - mafia goddess(Byanca) -Well, this is me so don’t worry mia dea. - Me -Ok, well just wanted to make sure and say good night - mafia goddess(Byanca)

She couldn't wait to see him go head-to-head with the Mafia, their enemy. She shrugged, looking forward at her pale skin in the mirror. Somehow she was going to see it, even if it meant peeping or even interrupting the process. "Okay," she smiled at her nurse, "I'll just stay here for the meantime." The woman looked at her suspiciously, "Really?" She nodded and rested on the bed, "Goodnight, Teresa." The woman walked to the door of her room, switching off the light before leaving. As the last child and only daughter of Venditti, the cartel leader in Italy, Gianna had everything she wanted—not that she wished for much except their love, which they all showered her with.

He probably would be, and then Dante’s grandparents would still be alive. “I’m a doctor,” Gianna repeated, not for the first time, but more numbly now. Fingers steeped together, Maddox watched her carefully, then posed, “You must think me a monster.” Gianna tried to clamp down on the pain, and offered, “You set a fire that killed a lot of people. All of them innocent.” Fingers tapping absently against each other, Maddox asked her, “Do you know what organized chaos is?” Gianna felt a bit stupid, blinking slowly at Maddox.

I nodded slowly. “You’re not weak, Kira. You’ve never been. Look at what you said to Gianna. That was badass. Kira Vasilios, you are a badass.” I smiled, tears still clinging to my lashes. “Thanks, Gia.” We fell into a long conversation. She told me about her past, about how she and Antonio were just two out of four siblings. Their father, Michael, was the Don of the Irish Mafia. Gia had been cut off since she was 17. That was when she met Adrian.