Gianna Michaels Wiki Novels & Stories

As the last gunman fled, Gianna knelt by Miguel’s body, her hands trembling, Kai’s hand on her shoulder a silent anchor. --- The Moretti estate was a cold fortress, its marble halls a stark contrast to the club’s carnage. Gianna stood in Alessio’s study, her black boots scuffed, her emerald eyes blazing with fury. Alessio sat behind his desk, his plump frame deceptively soft, his sharp eyes dissecting her. The news of Miguel’s death had reached him, and his call—summoning her to answer for the bloodbath—was a trap she’d walked into willingly. Her secret, his order to steal intel, was a ghost, but Miguel’s death and Kai’s steady presence had shifted her loyalty.

“Gianna had a difficult childhood; she only did what Karen asked her to do. Please stop doing any research on her and release her; she's innocent.” “Alright, but you know I can't do that. They are procedures, and until she's proven innocent – I mean, even if she is, we found other information that will still make her guilty of other crimes, like selling private data to terrorists.” “And again she said Karen forced her to do it.” Yes, Gianna was found to be involved with working terrorists and all sorts of shady businesses. She didn't tell me about these, but she told them Karen forced her to do it, and we all knew what Karen was capable of and oh, her daughter, Jimena was buried last week, a

Beau points out bluntly, but the King was far convinced. "But she wasn't forced to do it. It was her urge that drove her to touch me like that!" Caius chuckles, unable to hold his thoughts any longer. "This is a major development, Beau! Maybe the next time I provoke her, she'll end up fucking me out of anger." "I don't think..." Beau got silenced halfway from the way he felt the King's dreadful gaze swallow him. "You were saying?" "The Luna is an uptight woman. She doesn’t break rules, so I'm merely trying to point out that it's tricky to keep on approaching her using different ways."

Blake coldly swept him a glance, picked up an orange and peed it, then asked, "What did you find out?" Trevor pursed his lips and let out a cold snort, "Do you still remember Gian?” Blake's finger which was peeling an orange paused slightly. He had never had a photographic memory, and the memory of the woman who was his secretary for the past three months was even more vivid. Gianna is the predecessor of Jane, a top student who graduated from Harvard University in the United States. She is beautiful and very capable. It was a pity that he was too ambitious and daring, and he actually dared to drug his wine to bed. In the end, he was able to see through her and directly expelled her. After th

I repeated with a raised brow, taking interest now. "Gianna is not just a prisoner here. She's the oldest and controls the affairs here. Have you wondered why she was able to make you come out!! She's a killer, a killer In a way that's horrible! She kills girls and I don't know how she does that without shooting them or Stabbing them to death. If she's truly the one who called you out then you're in trouble!" Grace poured out heavily. “She's a sadomasochist." Amaya said and laid down on the bed.

Nothing would stop me now. As I left their room, I took one last glance at their peaceful faces. "Goodnight, my loves," I whispered. "I promise you, everything will be alright." The flickering nightlight cast long shadows across the floor, and I felt a chill run down my spine. I could feel the darkness that lived inside me stir with excitement. And a voice whispered in my head, “The world will soon know our name, Luna Wicken, and they will learn to fear it.”

Hunched and fragile. "This is Gia Smith , used to be high priestess of blue night coven and my mate trainer". My eyes grew wide while hers were fixed on me as if she knew something that I don't. I had heard about the Smith sisters before but it was the first time I saw one of them.

My vision gave out and distorted until all I could see were blurred figures, coaxing me to shut my eyes and reopen them again. “Her name is Gianna De Luca, the only daughter of Leonardo and Samantha.” The smile etched on her face as she continued was one that resonated from the depths of her being. It was as if she was talking about some kind of god who descended to earth, to make her life magical.

Once she shut the door, she dropped the pizza on the table and went to stand beside the door with a stoic expression. Mariana looked at her and smiled. "Hi, may I know your name?" "Giana." She said, crossing her arms. Mariana began to wonder if the Mafia society allows a woman to work with them. "How long have you been working for Marcello?" "Since he rescued me from the hands of my abusive husband." A bit of amusement rose in Mariana. Did Marcello actually do that? "He doesn't seem like someone who rescues someone." Not a hero.

“Is that what we’re talking about right now?” “Okay, fine. She’s Anna. The one you heard me talking to, and yes, we’re fucking. We’re grown ups so I don’t see what the fuss is all about.” “I think you’re forgetting who Gina is. She’s not the woman she used to be years ago. Do you know how many politicians she’s in contact with? How many fucking powerful people she fucks with?” “Anthony is fucking Zypher and I don’t hear you saying shit about that.”