Novel & Cerita Little Joke Book Kill Tony

Like he already knew and had outsmarted me, but I patiently waited. Leo “You are digging my grave, Leonardo Cooper.” Tony was saying as we took a stroll outside. The party had begun to bore us. “She's just joking…" “Damn jokes.” He frowned. “Her eyes were literally bullets.” “Then you should actually be dead by now.” I chuckled. “And you think I'd not haunt you?” I laughed. “So you managed to look at her eyes. That's a first success. She has beautiful eyes, doesn't she?” “Beautiful but deadly…I should take the week off. Let me have my travel voucher.” He demanded.

"You have no idea–I was just joking around, but those disgusting guys went crazy asking me for your contact." The old me would have already been crying, asking her how she could do this to me, voice breaking. Not this me. My teeth clenched so hard they hurt. My whole body trembled with anger. I snatched the flyer out of her hand and slapped her across the face. Tara screamed, clutching her cheek in disbelief. "You hit me? I treat you like my best friend, and you can't even take a joke anymore?" Best friend? I let out a cold laugh.

Marc says “And you Lowri?” Tony asks me. “Oh I’d love a glass of red too thanks” They both look surprised. Then Tony leaves us with the menus as he disappears to get the wine. “Was it something I said?” I ask "he looked surprised that I wanted red wine, as did you...uh, Sir...I mean, Marc" “No, no, it’s just a private wine joke” he laughs “it’s utterly childish, I wouldn’t want your opinion of me damaged by explaining the joke”

" I couldn't help but laugh. I wasn't sure if Mom and Dad had actually lost it, but Alice definitely had. I pulled out my phone and called them to come pick Alice up. "If it weren't for you—if you'd just paid up—there wouldn't be any need for a mortgage!" Dad shouted at Grandma, jabbing his finger at her. Mom tried to calm him down with a hug. "Arguing with them is pointless. They don't even understand what life and death really mean. They're just selfish." Then, she grabbed Alice, trying to pull her away, but Alice yelled, "Well, just take Grandma's bankbook! All her money's ours when she dies, isn't it?"

“You’re playing your little game with Talia, and I get it. She’s fresh. She’s fire. But don’t forget, I know you, Maxton. Better than she ever will.” She smiled sweetly and turned to walk away. And like an idiot, I laughed. Not because it was funny. But because Bambi always made poison taste like candy, and I was still learning how not to bite. NOW. I flicked the cigarette off the edge and watched it fall, ending glowing like a tiny ember of my own self-destruction. “Maxton?” I turned at the sound of the voice. It was Tony. Of course. He walked over, two paper cups in hand. Coffee. Or tea. Probably some hippie made that coffee and swore fixed broken hearts. Tony was always the type to believ

Tony grumbled, sliding down in his seat. “You guys must’ve been so cute!” I gushed, chuckling at their blushing faces. Wow! Just wow! And to think that they’re in the mafia doing some really shady stuff on a daily basis… “Oh they were adorable!” Another guy commented, looking up from his screen. “They both used to dress up as pirates almost everyday!” He added. Oh god! I started laughing when I saw how red Tony and Lucas’s cheeks were at this point. “And do you remember how they both dressed up as that boy from the jungle book and didn’t even wear their undergarments claiming that the boy in the forest didn’t wear any either?” A girl added, chuckling as she recalled the incident.

“Shitty diapers. Leaky tits. Sleepless nights. The relentless screaming… I don’t miss those days, I tell ya.” “Were your leaky tits a big problem back then, were they?” It took a moment for Tony to process Colton’s comment before his laughter echoed through the quiet parking lot, his broad hand stretching across his stomach as he slapped Colton’s shoulder. “You’re a fucking smart ass, you know that?” “So I’ve been told.” The clunk of the front door halted their laughter, their gaze whipping backward but finding it abandoned. Tony’s brow furrowed, sucking back the last few drags of his cigarette. “Must’ve been a ghost.”

Connor's face turned as pale as paper as he collapsed into a chair. I drifted to his side and whispered softly, "Are you satisfied with how this turned out?" … When Connor pried open Vivian's door, she froze for a moment before putting on a concerned expression. "Is there news of Sylvia?" Her voice remained sweet, her eyes still innocent. "She's dead." Connor's tone held no emotion. "Someone hacked off her limbs with a silver dagger, forced wolfsbane down her throat, and tortured her for at least two hours." Tears had already begun to slide down Vivian's cheeks. "No, that's impossible. Connor, don't scare me like that."

“ Hahaha, you haven’t noticed, have you? You are the only member of the Lombartti family, you have been so out of your mind you have fired all of your guards because you thought one of them was collectively killing off your family by another head family’s order. Now!?!? BWHAHAHA you and ONLY you are eating Joey, while I sit here with my chicken salad.” Tony’s reaction seemed slow at first, I watched as his face crashed with many different shades, shades I didn’t even know his face was capable of making. It was like watching someone age in front of you, the years flashing by as if it was a tape you could press forward on. I was straight hysterical.

"How could I order you to take drugs from the restricted cabinet in the first place? You're the moron who killed someone out of incompetence, and now this is my fault? How shameless can you be?" I sighed. "You're pretty heartless yourself, aren't you? When you were head over heels for him, that same incompetence was 'adorable.' Now he's just a moron to you?"