Giovanni 151 Novels & Stories

she muttered under her breath before stepping out of the car. **** Giovanni walked lazily into his living room, a half filled glass of wine in his hand. His shorts lay just on top of his Gucci boxers and slipped down as he walked. He had raised another army after Romano's attack on his second mansion. There were three men seated in the living room. All important men in his new army. He gulped down the last bit of the wine before setting the glass on the table. He walked over to where the men gathered and cleared his throat, getting their attention.

Grey eyes found mine. Giovanni.

In a swift, unexpected move, he flipped our positions, placing me on top, straddling his belly while he gazed up at me from beneath. I gasped in surprise, my heart racing at the sudden change. "What are you doing?" I snapped, my voice laced with confusion and frustration. Giovanni's intense gaze never wavered as he responded, his voice firm and resolute. "We're going to talk this out, Penelope. Right here, right now. And since you don't wanna speak to me, because you suddenly hate me, why don't you hate fuck me then?” Speechlessness washed over me, momentarily rendering me unable to form a coherent thought. My eyes took in the sight of Giovanni beneath me, his vulnerability on full display,

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

When he thought about it, Giovanni’s heart started beating faster, and his breathing became laborious. He looked at Hubert, then he laughed and said, “Young Master Gordon, I can let the ten billion go. You only need to give me one person.” Hubert had no idea what was going on, so he asked, “Who?” “The man who came with you,” Giovanni said. Hubert was shocked for an instant. He looked at Giovanni strangely. He was extremely surprised on the inside. Could it be… That this old man was a homosexual? And Alex had caught his eyes?

Declan said nothing more that day,Because even he had no words to say. Back in white halls, calm and bright, Giovanni worked into the night. A complex case, a fragile thread, A life that balanced near the dead. Her hands were steady, breath aligned, Her focus sharp, her will refined. But halfway through, a flicker came Not pain, not fear… but something the same. A pulse.

I tilted my head to the side to stare at my mother and father who were seated at the front row. Their eyes were happy and filled with hope, a little look of confusion included, seated next to them were his parents who also had that look of pride on their faces. I turned my eyes back to focus on Philip who had the 'I know what you're thinking but don't try it' look on his face. Taking a deep breath I began monotonously, "I Giordana Eleanor Quinton, take thee..." The vows left a bitter taste on my tongue when I completed them. We exchanged the rings and the minister said,

“My marriage to him is no secret to any of you. I need to know.” Vivian’s eyes flickered with something—was it pity? Her lips pressed together tightly as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Mr. Giordano doesn’t share much, not even with people who have known him for years,” she said carefully. “He’s always been… private.” I scoffed softly. Private. That was an understatement. “So, there’s nothing more to him? Has he always been like this—cold?” She paused, then shook her head. “My mom has worked with him for ten years now, and I always visited. He wasn’t all smiley, but Mr. Giordano was the sweetest man. He was carefree.”

Vincenzo seethed, baring his fangs at Elijah. Elijah held on to Vincenzo’s hand firmly, his face turning purple as he ran out of breath. I wonder how he could have ever believed that he was more powerful than Vincenzo. His body was so tiny and unsculpted. He looked like a bitch as Vincenzo held him up, his legs dangling in the air.

TRISTAN'S POV "Climb into bed now. Get on all fours, facing the mirror. I'm going to wreck that slut hole." Giovanni ordered me. I can still taste his cum in my mouth. Giovanni’s towering figure loomed behind me, his presence heavy and suffocating. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, a stark contrast to the cold anger in his eyes. Giovanni’s jealousy was palpable, a storm brewing in his chest, and I knew I was the cause of it.