Kefka Palazzo Quotes Novels & Stories

Mateo turned cynically at Rafael, “I thought you were with Carlos. I was planning to beat him up if he dared to take you away without asking my permission. But I found out that you were with Rafael." Cheryl turned to Veronica. She muttered quietly silently as if to say, “Sorry.” “I think you should start learning how to cook steak so your sister doesn't have to go all the way to Queens to taste steak from my restaurant, Mateo.” Rafael shrugged nonchalantly. "What? Why would she eat at your not-so-successful restaurant?” Mateo replied. "Not successful, you say? Who ever ordered food from my restaurant to celebrate a birthday at the Alejandro Skyscraper Building?”

Welcome to the Deluca estate " I said and he looked suprised . " This is where you live ? It's like a kingdom" he said and I chuckled . " Let's go inside I said immediately we got out of the car ..he looked at me nervously . ' it's totally safe here champ ,c'mon you need to have lunch " I said and he clapped excitedly at the mention of food . " You said you where joining us for lunch Frederico and you're late , everyone is at the table already and....." Mom stopped talking as her eyes met Red .

I really wanted to push him into his stupid ass handsome face. Just when I was about to walk away, he said, "Excuse me..." I turned back and asked, "What now?!" "Actually, I would like a cup of coffee to go with it?" "Sure." I raised my eyebrow and said. "How do you like it? With sugar? Cream? Rat poison?" He chuckled and said, "Use your imagination, Miss Falco." "Is that man sitting there the famous college football star Lucas Sigler?" Peachy whispered to me.

Whisper I'm scared. But I couldn't. Instead, I practiced. Smoothed the pink dress. Checked my reflection in the window. Practiced the smile. Widen eyes. Lift corners of mouth. Look greedy. We pulled up to Il Palazzo, the most expensive restaurant in the city. A fortress of marble and gold. The kind of place where the mafia did business over wagyu beef and wine that cost more than jewelry. Volkov got out first. Scanned the street, hand hovering near his waist.

Hihihihihihi. "A classy and understanding one." Fafa Kirk. Awts! Classy!? Wait! Am I even classy? "A fashion Queen. Because I'm the Fashion King." Yes, you are. So remove that shades of yours because it's already night not day! "Hmmmmm... A woman that can ride me---I mean, my pranks and jokes. A woman who has a sexy, Coca-Cola body and watermelons~!" He even licked his lips and he literally looked a maniac addict. Gross!

“I made my famous pizza pasta.” I raised a brow. “What the fuck is that?” I couldn’t help the harshness in my voice, but like the gripping handshake I gave her yesterday, Clara either didn’t notice it or ignored it. “It’s my famous recipe; I made it all the time back in school. Kay loved it.” Kade snorted, looking down at her with affectionate exasperation. “You mispronounced ‘abhorred.’” She giggled, smacking him. “Oh, you tease! You know you missed it. Just like you missed me.”

The door to the private lounge opened and Kefe walked in, smiling broadly when he saw me. “Luca De Rossi.” “Kefe,” I said, standing to shake his hand. “How do you do?” “I should be the one asking you that,” he said. “It’s been a while since you’ve been here.” I smiled faintly. “I know. I thought I’d come have a taste of your food again.” He laughed. “Please, since it’s been a while, consider everything on the house.” I shook my head. “You’ve done enough already, Kefe. I won’t take advantage of your kindness.”

To me it felt more like keeping myself under control so I could still look sane while a plate of warm kunafa sat five steps away on the island pretending to be a neutral object. The pasta was good. The lemon was right. The cream wasn’t too heavy. The kale still had texture. But my mind kept slipping back to the white plate on the island, to the crisp edges of the kunafa, to the Z I’d cut into pieces earlier like I was performing some tiny anti-demon ritual. “Can I look at it again?” Max asked. “Look at what?” Karl said. “Kunafe.” “Kunafa,” I corrected again. Max frowned. “Why is the letter different from the sound?”

Chaos answered as he picked up his own fork. “Mhm, I heard you became a well-known playboy.” Kamilla smiled as she sliced her steak. “Good for you.” Chaos chuckled while shaking his head, “I did not know news about me reached Italy.” She chuckled, a lighthearted sound that filled the room. “Word travels faster than lightning these days.” she replied. He smiled. “I bet. How’d you find this place?” “It was a lot more affordable than the places you usually go to when we were younger,” Kamilla replied, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. “And besides, I am more careful with my money now that I am older.”

“And why you’re here.” Vincenzo leaned back in his chair, casual as if he had all the time in the world. He dabbed his mouth with a white linen napkin, slow and deliberate. “Are you sure you want to do this here?” “You sitting here,” Killian said, stepping closer, “eating at my La Fiamma, is like chewing broken glass and calling it a delicacy. Every second you breathe in this place is an insult. And you think I’ll let you set foot in my empire?”