Lucky Luciano Voice Novels & Stories

My legs suddenly felt like jelly and I was on the verge of crying when I heard Luciano’s rusty voice. “We talked about this guys, my father won’t be happy if you scare the shit out of his princess” he muttered as he walked past me “Today is her birthday for crying out loud”.

Luciano. "That's right. Happy birthday Jesus Christ," he said with a plastic smile, "God bless and shit." I was still catching my breath and had no chance to reply before he just kept talking. "The aroma of Leonardo on you is remarkably strong. Let me guess... you had-" "Why are you here, Luciano?" I interjected. "To wish you both a Merry Christmas. Duh," he said, standing up. "Cup of tea?" Although I was occupying a tiny area in the grand scheme of the kitchen, Luciano walked incredibly close to me- as if he was being deliberately intimidating.

She giggled. “Huh? Luck? It's no luck to me, and would you please stop spouting gibberish? I would prefer you to keep shut than to scare me” He said curtly, and his fairy godmother did the act of a closing zip towards her mouth. Luciano frowned, and his fairy godmother started to move again. A light began to emit from the endless passage, and Luciano heaved a sigh of relief. His fairy godmother didn't utter a word and remained silent. Luciano felt uneasy because he wanted to ask questions, but he couldn't ask because he asked her to keep shut.

I gently wrapped my arms around his and stuck my tongue outside genuinely putting out a smile. ‎ ‎ ‎but as we navigated our way through the exit, ‎ ‎there was a sudden uproar, ‎ ‎Everybody had suddenly gone overboards, ‎ ‎The electricity pumping in their veins, ‎ ‎ ‎"What's happening?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. ‎ ‎ ‎"Tha....Sexxxxxyyyyyyyyy....Lucaaaaa!!!!!!" The hype maniac screamed into the microphone, ‎ ‎and Lucas mounted the stage, ‎ ‎just like the very first day I stepped foot here,

It was something Grace used to do. The driver shifted the gear into drive. “Stop,” I ordered him. The woman was completely oblivious to anyone but her friend speaking to her. The words of an Italian woman with a heavy accent traveled over, her hands up in the air. I had no idea what she said, but the young jogger threw her head backwards and a melodious laugh traveled over the sea fragrant breeze to me. And my heart froze. “What is it, Luciano?” Massimo asked. “Wait,” I told him.

“Seriously, I’m just glad you’re safe — but you owe us details.” Keira suddenly bolts upright. “Wait. Can Professor Lucien actually fight kung fu?” I roll my eyes. “Get off the bed.”

Lucifer's mother's words echoed faintly in his mind, a whisper against the backdrop of his seething rage. As he surveyed the carnage around him, he knew the war was far from over. The taste of blood and the scent of gunpowder lingered in the air, a reminder of the brutal reality of his world—a world where mercy was a luxury he could no longer afford. Luciano approached, limping slightly, but his eyes were sharp and alert. He wiped a streak of blood from his face, his expression grim. “We got lucky tonight,” he said, his voice rough from exertion. “If you hadn’t shown up when you did…”

The crowd clapped and cheered as Mr. Percival handed Lucian the microphone. “Hello everyone,” Lucian began, and the cheers became louder. He waited for them to stop with his most charming smile on his face before he continued. “I consider it a privilege to be able to help and rescue lives, and it’s something I will continue to do without a second thought whenever the need arises. I thank you all for your support, and I’m honored to be awarded on such a magnificent event as this. Hopefully, I’ll win more stars for the demon kingdom. Thank you.”

I ordered, ignoring the terror within. His face twitched again. "Who the fuck is this..." He paused, raising his hand to hit me again. I closed my eyes, looking away as I awaited another slap from him but..... "Relax, son," another familiar voice said, and I heard steps approaching. I opened my eyes and I saw Luciano approaching with two men. He was dressed in a black suit and dark shades, smoking from his big brown cigar as he approached.

she asked, her gentle voice filling the room. Lucian looked at me, clearly uncertain about how to respond to the nun before him. I met his gaze, silently urging him to stand by his earlier claim. “I’m here to, uh, help?” he stuttered, clearly fumbling. I struggled to suppress my laughter, desperately trying to maintain a composed expression. There’s nothing quite as satisfying as witnessing liars get their retribution. “I’m sorry?” the nun responded, perplexed by his vague answer. “I’m here to help the, uh, children,” he gestured towards the kids playing outside, their forms visible through the office window.