Giorno Giovanna の小説・ストーリー

Lisa said trying to lay back on the bed "Non to preoccupare, I don't care about that anymore" Gianna said in her Italian accent. "I want to hear all about Ryan, I want to hear everything you said about him yesterday again" "What?" Lisa sat back up and rolled her eyes at Gianna. "What did I say ?" Lisa asked again.

her father responds and leads his granddaughter towards the vast garden, guards in tow. Suddenly, Giovanni’s head whips up and back goes straight. In two seconds he was running towards them, “MIA!” He exclaims and jumps towards her, tackling her to the floor. Gianna stood frozen, not knowing what was happening. She felt the first bullet enter her back, and then all she saw was darkness. 5 Days Later

Gianna Lynn is 5'3 in height, slim, and alabaster white with brown eyes and coffee-brown hair that she loves dying green. She's an excellent friend of Caitrona from Sicily who newly moved to Milan for her new job. Gianna frowns. “You scared me. So what exactly happened? How did you fall?” she folds her arm to her chest. Who else could it be? It indeed those devils, I will undoubtedly settle this score with them. But I should not tell Gina for the time being, or else she will worry. She thought.

Giovanni If you had asked me six months ago whether I thought I’d fall in love again, I would have said no. I didn’t believe any love could compare to my first, and I wasn’t interested in trying to find one, no matter how much Gianna pressed me to meet someone. I was content with my bachelor lifestyle and believed it would stay that way. Then she slipped into my bed and my heart. Now I can’t imagine a life without her in it. A life without loving her, kissing her, and making love to her is something I don’t want to experience—not after we’ve found each other. I look down at her as she lies naked beneath me, smiling. I press a kiss on her lips, then another, and another, until we find a rhyth

' I really didn't want to pick it up as I was in no mood to take calls so I listened to my ringtone until it stopped ringing. To my utter irritation, it started ringing again. 'Who the heck is calling me?' I thought grumpily. Taking a deep breath I picked the call without checking who the caller was. "Giordana Eleanor Quinton I demand an explanation for what I'm seeing on the news channel!" The very familiar voice yelled. Okay... For Ella to call me by my complete name means serious trouble. Baffled I replied to her. "Please I'm too young to go deaf Daniella and what have I got to do with whatever you heard on the news channel?" I asked.

" The phone fell to the floor. The call ended. The respect and care Gianna thought she had were simply because she was not charming enough, not wild enough, not as exciting as that mafia Principessa! The time had already passed midnight. Christmas had arrived. Her birthday was completely over. Gianna picked up the phone and opened her photo album favorites. On her 20th birthday, Matteo had just established a foothold in the city. With injured hands, he made her a lopsided rabbit cake. On her 21st, he became the renowned Signor Santoro. He gave her a cake decorated like an oil painting with "To Gigi, with love" written on it.

"But this, my dear friends, brings me to the next topic. Giovanna's problems!" "Did you manage to find out anything?" I asked anxiously. "Yes, we accessed her social media profiles and a friend took a look at her devices that you gave me. He found the conversations and, my friend, Raina realized everything in time and bringing her back was the right call," Flavian assured me and I felt a bit relieved. "Is it that bad?" Hannah asked and Flavian looked at her. "It's really bad, Hannah! Giovanna was going to run away with this John guy, who we know doesn't exist, but she believed in him. And I think she was about to fall into something much bigger than a thirty-five-year-old man grooming her,"

133 Matteo’s POV I leaned against the armrest of the couch in our hotel room, flipping through my phone without really paying attention to the screen. Gianna was at the desk, typing away on her laptop like the day hadn’t been a marathon of negotiations and mental gymnastics. I didn’t know how she did it. Most people would be sprawled out on the bed, face-planted into a pillow, or binge-watching a mindless show after the day we’d had. But Gianna? She was a machine. She hadn’t so much as kicked off her heels.

my voice trailed off when I noticed her shocked expression. “What is it?” I asked carefully, looking at her suspiciously. “You met my mum?” “Huh?” Her expression changed from shocked to excited. “You've met my mum!” She declared, “My name is Gianna. And I've been working here since I was a child. My mum died many years ago, about when I was ten. Her spirit helps the chosen one to be on the right track, you should be excited, Your highness!” She giggled.

I walked to the elevator, rubbing my forehead from exhaustion. I pressed the button and the door slid open for me. I was about to walk inside when someone called my name. I turned around and saw that it was Giovanna. She seemed to have changed out of her previous clothes and was wearing something similar to a man's jacket. I raised a brow as she approached me. Giovanna looked at her body and laughed. "Someone spilled coffee on me so I changed out of my clothes. I always carry a spare," she explained. I nodded. She looked at the elevator and back at me. "Work already ended for the day,"