Grim Fandango Manny Novels & Stories

We were sitting in her room catching up, we hadn't seen each other in two weeks. "Yeah, he should be here soon." Mia replies. Diego Garcia is our other best friend, Mia, Diego, and I have been inseparable since we were seven years old. Suddenly, the door opened, "I've arrived," Diego shouts. He always does this. He's a very dramatic person. Diego Garcia is a hacker for our mafia, along with Mia, much like me, Diego and Mia never go on missions. We mostly work from our warehouses. "Stop screaming, Diego." I scold him jokingly.

When the cars ease into the compound, Miranda's heart wouldn't stop skipping multiples beat. At last she stop pacing to stare at the man who first alight. " Harry! " Swiftly she dashes to the underboss of New York Mafia organization but she haven't reached him completely when Maximo Santino alighted as well. Miranda was forced to stop abruptly upon seeing this elegant man. A man who has his cigarette in between his fingers and a smile evident on his face. " Maximo Santino " The beautiful lady mutters in shock. Then she began to step back in fear. " Marco "

She lay back, breathing hard, trying not to cry. The low grumbling voice momentarily snapped her from the pain. "Well, guys, what do we have here? It stinks like a dog and it's stupid enough to get caught in a wolf trap. It must be one of Nicolas' pack that escaped when we killed the rest of those sniveling mutts." Mandy stared at three enemy cats, and wondered if her life could get any worse. ***

Mystical Chubby said, nonchalantly munching on a slice of cake. "Better crawl over here and say you're sorry if you want to keep breathing." Nance and Yancy exchanged shocked glances at Mystical Chubby. They could not believe that this chubby guy they had looked down on had the strength to send someone flying with just a kick! The noise attracted a crowd. "Isn't that Montez from the Armando Group? Who gave him a thrashing?" "Really? I heard his uncle's a big deal in Mendorra. Is that true?"

Hana and Nabi were stunned by the list he read, and before they could respond, he urged, "Don't say Vampires or werewolves or aliens Please!" That made Hana laugh, and finally, she turned into a tomato laughing. Nabi frowned but was happy to see Hana comfortable and at ease.

This blood was on her hands. Her phone rang, making her jump. She scrambled for it. Daniel's number. Hope exploded in her chest. Maybe the video was fake. Maybe it was a threat, not reality. "Daniel?" she gasped, answering. "Not quite," a male voice said. Cold. Amused. "But I did enjoy using his phone. He won't be needing it anymore." "Who are you?" Maya's voice broke. "Why are you doing this?" "Because someone paid me to. And they paid very well." The man laughed. "You really thought you could take down Ethan Hart? That's adorable. The Hart family has people everywhere, Maya. Police, judges, investigators. Did you think they wouldn't find out?"

aah good to see you, that rascal told me you were pretty but I never imagined this, you look amazing” Alessia would normally be creeped out and disgusted by this but she quickly broke into a smile and walked over to take his outstretched hands. Juan Morito. He was Guvano’s foster father before the Martini’s took him back. Alessia had spoken to him several times over the phone and the cheeky warm-hearted man had always shipped her and Guvano together, promising to donate his armory collection to the Italian army, if they ever got married __ he hated the Italians.

Rage, cold and unrelenting, tore through the careful control I'd been holding since the moment I saw her again, standing under the chandelier light, laughing like nothing bad ever happened in the world. Now she was bleeding from the side of her head. Because of them. The one who hit her barely had time to turn before I caught him. My fist connected with his jaw, bone against bone, and the sound was clean, and final. He went down hard, crashing into the serving table. The other man swung his gun toward me, shouting something I didn't hear, the ringing in my ears had swallowed everything.

"Why are you trying to capture Fernanda? What did she do to you to deserve being enslaved by your pack?" Grinjo's yellow eyes bore into mine, a mixture of defiance and something else I couldn't quite place. He ignored my question, his focus solely on the battle at hand. With a sudden burst of speed, he charged, claws slashing through the air with deadly precision. I danced away from the consecutive slashes, each one threatening to be fatal if even a fraction closer. Frustration bubbled within me. "Answer me, Grinjo! What's your personal vendetta against Fernanda?"

I murmured quietly. Santo grumbles and throws a punch in the air. "You know I do not get along with the other Bonanis." "Nobody gets along with the Bonani. But it is also true that nobody gets along with you. And, you know it. It is a miracle that Andrea can handle your angry ass without putting you down. It is a real mystery to me when you come back from a mission with no limp," I say seriously.