Gianna Michaels Wiki Novels & Stories

She tries to move, but she’s stuck to the spot in which she’s standing. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice what you are?” Jenna, using her deity power, floats closer to fake Gianna. I look at everyone in the room, but no one speaks. All eyes are on Jenna, so I turn mine back to her also. “Where’s Gianna, rogue?” “What are you talking about? I am Gianna!” The girl screams as light pushes against her body. “I am a descendent of the Moon Goddess; you cannot fool me.” Fake Gianna throws her head back and screams louder. Jenna presses her hand on the girl’s chest, and blinding light shoots out. I have to cover my eyes to protect them.

Alaric turned and I held his hands. “She was the last one to trial Gianna. She used the most tragic moments of Gianna’s life to test her strength and unique powers. Gianna wailed in pain. I couldn’t do anything. But that woman… she kept smiling and smirking. It was as if she enjoyed Gianna’s pain.” I gasped. How could there be someone! That woman was a disaster. “She stooped such low just to prove her point,” Alaric added. His hands were shaking. I held on to him tight.

(Sofia Di Gianna) Sofia Di Gianna were one of the Kneeling figures beside Alessia Di Gianna, a Peak Tier 3 Archer and also the Elder of Di Gianna. A formidable figures that no one can dispute of, seeing Lord Vorkhen Snow wanted an explanations, she simply raised her voice and glare at him with anger and disgust.

One of her eyes is white, blinded by the fire that raptured her. Whatever she has been through, whoever put her through all of it... there's no denying that she came out damaged beyond repair. "That's right," she says slowly, her voice raspy but now distinguishable. So much so that I can hardly believe I missed it. "It's me, the old Alpha heiress Gianna. I am the mistress of Rogues and Human mafias now. They all obey me, and now you're here." She gets to her feet, approaching me slowly. I know I should take this opportunity to fight her and get this over with, but I can't bring myself to move. All I can do is look at her, and I'm so gripped with disbelief that I can't even breathe.

That the calm woman who looked into cameras and declared her freedom was actually a hostage reading from a script. I watched the interview from the living room of The Obsidian. Ezra was beside me. Neither of us spoke. On screen, Gianna described a sister who didn't exist and a concern she'd never felt. She talked about Sera like she'd known her, like the woman who died when Gianna was twelve and had never been anything to her except Marco's first wife was somehow a shared grief that connected us.

"Well, she caught fire to her husband's dead wife's things, and he killed her. Lucky for him, he might get a slap on the wrist due to diminished capacity. Do you know what that means? I'm sure you do; you're such a smart girl." "Anyhow, our patron has asked us to also relay the message that Gianna had a marvelous time at her first coming out ball in Paris; she was the belle of the ball." The bitch laughed like this was a joke. "Oh, what's that? You want to see?" She moved to the head of the cot and reached into her pocket for a phone. That's when I realized that I didn't recognize her; she wasn't one of the usual doctors that came in and out of here.

, I said. "Yes. The only singer I love who isn't a rapper is Sia", she replied. After awhile, she stood up. "I need to find the female's bathroom now," she said, "I'll be back soon." "Sure."

Nude photos of her were clearly displayed on the screen. A few seconds later, the next image appeared. Gianna and Romano in an intimate moment. I heard someone gasping behind me, sounded shocking. “No...” Gianna’s voice was barely audible. I immediately turned to look at her. Her face had lost all color. Her eyes were glued to the screen as if her body had stopped processing the reality unfolding before her eyes. Her legs suddenly gave out. I moved quickly to support her, but Michael was faster. He caught Gianna’s body before she could fall completely.

“I've found everything about her,” Angelo announced, stepping into the room. Giovanni turned quickly to face him, his glass of drink whirling in his hand. “Who is she?” he asked, sudden panic surging through him. He could explain the feeling he suddenly felt at the pit of his stomach. “Mia Dante, born February, nineteen ninety eight, She's twenty three. She's from Florence, works for the government, and is an orphan.” Angelo listed out and he heaved a sigh of relief at his revelation.

“You look like you’re preparing for psychological warfare.” Sienna folded her arms tighter across her chest while staring at the elegant white place cards arranged near the entrance of Milan’s charity gala. Crystal chandeliers glittered overhead while string music drifted softly across the ballroom. And directly beside Luca’s name? Viviana Moreau. Theo followed her gaze and immediately winced. “Oh no.” “Who is she?” “You know who she is.” Sienna absolutely did know who she was. Viviana Moreau was a French actress and international campaign model who was frequently photographed wearing obscene diamonds while leaving yachts beside impossibly famous men. Also apparently? Luca’s ex-girlfriend.