Legosi And Louis Novels & Stories

"Do you still not understand? Summer is my daughter. And do you know who I am?" Gigi's lips pursed. "Louis Harper?" Louis nodded. "You're right. I'm the number one guy in L City. Your family's wealth is far below mine. So, based on what your mother taught you, what can you conclude?" Gigi's brows furrowed. She turned to Gloria, asking, "Mommy, does it mean my level is below Summer's?" Gloria was speechless. She didn't dare to say no because it could offend Louis. On the other hand, she also didn't dare to say yes because it would lower her own dignity.

Harso seemed to return to the afternoon in Ouchy, the port of Lausanne. The girl, the same girl who was sitting on her back in a chair in a cafe on the edge of Lac Leman in Geneva, sat next to him, engrossed in writing. Unlike the scene in Geneva, this time there was no interference. The computer smoothly replays the events at Ouchy that afternoon. “I fall in love with you, Na,” said Harso's figure suddenly. His eyes were on the port of Ouchy.

No louis is lying to me. I go down to find myself Me: where did mom go? Louis: on a trip Me: yes I know but in which city? In which country ? Louis: I don't know, she said Senegal or Morocco, I don't really know Me: eh? Louis: yes, Ashley leave me I'm tired Me: ok I got it, I'm going to see Christ Louis: do what you want I'm leaving the house, I don't even want to stay in the same house as that bastard. I'm going to find Christ to see how to proceed with my father-in-law

“Javier has told me so much about you.” “All of it untrue, probably,” I said. She turned to her husband, a big bear of a guy, tall and broad-shouldered with a scruffy beard. “This is Louis.” “With an O,” he said, as he shook my hand. “Louis is a second generation American,” Javier said. “He always wants people to know that his name isn’t Luis. Which my parents insist on calling him.” I knew from what Javier had told me that Louis was of Cuban and Spanish descent, much more Americanized than his in-laws, and his Spanish was almost as rough as mine. He worked in logistics for a big company in Doral, out by the airport.

Louis whispered. Louis looked at the magic river in front of him again. He also heard the mysterious legend but never knew how true. Looking at the three people lying motionless, he had another evil intention. Louis pulled Clara, Dove, and the boy and threw them into the river. He wanted to see if the legend of this river was true. Under the water, Clara and Dove's bodies began to dissolve. Soon, the two bodies were submerging in the clear water. And the boy sank to the bottom of the river and disappeared.

Volstrige said, showing advertising photos of Desire Island. “Idiot, I’m sure you need something from Eros again, that’s why you’re advertising his island. Monkey!” Brennon teased. Louis pulled out his gun and pointed it at the two of them. “Useless idiots, get out!” he shouted. The three of them hurriedly ran out of Louis’ office in fear. “You bastards, you’re ruining my business,” Volstrige muttered as they exited. He almost convinced Louis if it weren’t for these two monkeys.

Louis confessed, his voice laced with a mix of concern and defensiveness. Ernesto, my half-brother, was an opportunist. Though he reveled in the glamorous lifestyle, he yearned for the power and glory he believed my father possessed. I took a few moments to regain my composure, allowing the anger to subside slightly. It was clear to me that Louis was merely a pawn in this grand scheme, and the Italians had a significant role to play. "Why now?" I inquired, wanting to understand the timing of these events. "I don't know for sure, but we've heard that Dante Massimo is on his deathbed," Louis admitted, his voice filled with uncertainty.

Carlos: I don't know, I have a lot of affection and love for her Louis: affection blinds reason Carlos: affection is Malèna ... Louis: but she's not Lola, who's your wife! Carlos: I know. but I think that with Lola we got married too quickly Louis: but she is pregnant my brother Carlos: I know! But it's always like that with Lola, when I want to leave her she always gets pregnant Louis: maybe you should stop sleeping with her and give her false hope Carlos: yes, maybe Louis: and what do you plan to do if Malena is really pregnant?

Louis was in his early fifties, sharp-eyed and well-dressed, his posture radiating confidence. “I’ll admit,” Louis said, flipping through their proposal, “I was skeptical when I heard your names.” Federico smirked. “You wouldn’t be the first.” Louis glanced up. “But these numbers… they speak for themselves.” Enzo met his gaze. “We’re serious about this. We have the capital, the experience, and the drive to make this project a success.” Louis studied them for a moment. “Why the sudden turn to legitimacy? Men like you don’t just walk away from power.”