Italian Alphabet Lore Comic Studio Novels & Stories

"Who are you? How d'you meet? Where've you had our best friend all week?" Leo let out a short laugh, "I'm Leonardo," he said, "We met in the forest and we've been at my place." "Nice to meet you, Leonardo. Are you a rogue too?" Charlotte asked. I gritted my teeth, "Not quite," I said, "This is Alpha Loren of the Stella pack." Abi swallowed and reached for her drink. I'd told them the stories my father had told me, which explains the intense silence that followed. "Alpha Loren," Charlotte repeated.

He frowned slightly while holding back his laughter. "Because Lorenzo doesn’t have one," I teased, smirking. Lorenzo glared at me, which made it even funnier. "I want to say that I like his name. Vicenzo Moretti Delgado. It sounds much better than Jett or Kael." Marco joked around with Luca. "Thanks. We are not in Star Wars or the Marvel universe, right? " I laughed, also poking fun at Luca. He seemed to ignore us and ran his fingers through his wet hair.

It was not pretty. Judd led me through the hallways; the sound of the music where the girls were made to dance for tips could be heard pounding through the walls as we went. Opening a door ahead of us, Judd stood back and let me walk past. Sitting behind his desk. His white hair, gelled back, was Alfonso Ilaria, the head of the Italian Mafia. He sat and looked at me. His elbows on his desk, his fingers steepled. His weathered face was a mask that even I couldn't see through. After a moment of standing there, Alfonso spoke.

"I'm Italian remember?" "Oh, so this is something Italian related?" "Yes. You're Italian too?" "Oh, yes! I lived in Italy till 8th grade. I moved here when I was about to start high school" "So how come you haven't heard of the Alfonsi's?" "I just didn't. Why? I should have?" "No. No. Let's go home," he says and turns around and leaves. Oh, Leo, haven't you heard? I'm the biggest liar of all ages.

Spencer arrived with Bruno at the warehouse of his Italian supplier packed into the driveway and stepped into the warehouse, from the door all they could hear were screams of a man begging for his life as he was being tortured and cut apart. "Welcome welcome, to my butchery party" Spencer supplier said in a raspy voice. "Mr. Lorenzo Stefano" Spencer called out as he reached out to shake his hands. "Oh sorry I can't do that, my hands are bloody, I don't want to get blood on your fancy suits," Mr. Lorenzo Stefano said. "It's nothing I can dry clean," Spencer said, "I'm a very busy man so I must know why you summoned me here," Spencer said as he sat down.

"Today we usher in a new era. For decades, we have fought the Lupo-Mortale Pack losing our fathers, brothers, relatives and loved ones. Now we have their legendary Alpha Julian Romano here with us on his knees and we shall show no mercy. The way they have shown none in the past. Today we make history and break the pathetic hold of the Lupo-Mortale." The warriors cheered, raising their fists, stomping their feet and hailing their Alpha.

(I told you that the Italians wouldn't work with you. I was sitting in my office sulking over losing another opportunity to expand the business and make more money. I had just heard about how the Italians I sought to work with were now working with Adam. How did that man attract so many business partners? Most importantly, what kind of name was The Devil Dog? That sounded so stupid. "No hay necesidad de lanzar eso en mi cara." (There's no need to throw that in my face.) "Lorenzo, ¡necesitas crecer! Empiece a trabajar más en la construcción de alianzas."

He frowned at his mother, “That’s what Daddy calls Uncle Adriano. And he calls Uncle Vincenzo... Bitchenzo!” Vincenzo’s head snapped around so fast I heard something crack in his neck. “He calls me what?” Dante leaned in, grinning. “What does he call me, little man?” Cristiano thought for a second. “Uncle Gigolo.” Dante scowled immediately and pointed a finger at himself, “I’m the gigolo? Me? With his manwhore résumé, I’m the gigolo?!” “Wait, wait,” Cristiano added, holding up a tiny finger, “Uncle Luca is Uncle Lick-a-Balls, Uncle Raphael is Uncle Rimjob, and Uncle Silvio is... Uncle Glitterdick!”

he responded. “Perhaps it's our family genealogy,” Jose said. “No shit, Sherlock,” Luciano rolled his eyes. “There's a De Luca crest on the cover. Of course it's ours.” He shook his head. “Oh,” Jose chuckled awkwardly. As Luciano searched through pages, tracing his fingers along each, he suddenly stopped. His expression darkened, and he glanced at me. “W-What…is it?” I asked, a bit nervous. Why was he acting that way?

༺❀༻༺❀༻༺❀༻ EMMA "¿Están listos, chicos?" Stefano asked, grinning at Liam and Liana as they bounced excitedly. "Are you ready?" "¡Sí!" they chorused. "Amazing. We haven't had fun like this in a while," Stefano replied, ruffling Liam's hair.