Luigi Angry Novels & Stories

He didn't move even when everyone is still staring at him, his eyes scanning everything around him, everything that moves around him, and when his eyes were directed toward where I stood my body trembled slightly. After he left, I waited for at least another half an hour before I decided to call a cab. • • • "Fuck!" A stack of paper come flying around the room as I stood near the door watching Luigi letting out his rage. His room is the object of his anger, all his stuff comes tumbling down all over his floor, and paper is everywhere being thrown. His anger was clearly because of the news about his dead man and my unsuccessful work and the bad news that comes to him just now about his man lo

Luigi’s POV Throwing back the door, I stormed outside, my anger flaring. Enzo stopped when he saw me. “Luigi,” he said, holding up his hand. I just kept on marching right up to him. He didn’t move as I lifted my arm and punched him square in the face. His head snapped to the side. “What have you done?” I seethed at him. The maid hovered in the doorway, watching with wide eyes. “How could you?” I yelled at him. Every part of me wanted to unleash my anger on him, to hit him again and pound him into the ground.

“You’re really fucking stupid, aren’t you? What’s the difference between telling me and telling Luigi? He’s mine. Not like you, you weak little pussy.” I spit in his face, watching as it drips down his cheek. His smirk falters, just for a second. I turn to Luigi, wiping my hand on my coat like I’ve touched something filthy. “Get the words out of him. I don’t care how you do it. I want every fucking detail.” Luigi nods sharply. “Consider it done.”

I laughed at my long speech. Mr. Baltemore looks more pissed while I'm talking and it added more when I laughed. “Goddamit. Did you pay me already woman?” he asked like he lose his patience on me. Out of my senses, I giggled. “Yes! Of course, I don't want money from him so I immediately put it in your bank account.” I watched his face change it's emotion. His biceps moved as his gripped to his glass tightened. The amusement on him washed out and change his reaction to an irritated scowl. Ow, the beast gets irritated too, I smirked.

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

I just nod my head and whispered “Yes” He let go from the hug and shook his head. “I know you’re upset and I won’t even be mad if you slap or shout at me.” he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I hate to see you like this. It’s okay to be angry my angioletto.” Am I really allowed to question him? Won’t he be mad if I nag? I looked up at him and I got lost on his beautiful blue eyes staring back at me. “I-I’m not m-mad. William ha-hasn’t killed yo-you yet that me-means there’s a re-reason why this all ha-happened. Yo-youre not gonna l-leave me right? P-please don’t leave m-me.” I pleaded.

I gasped for air, my throat extremely dry and sore. “Uhm…Diego, this is all a big misunderstanding really” I said, still trying to catch my breath “You still have the nerve to talk after everything you’ve done?” Diego’s voice was sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade. I met his gaze defiantly. “You’re making a mistake, Diego. Papi won’t be happy when he finds out what you’re doing to me.” The mention of Camilla’s father made Diego snap. His hands slammed down on a nearby table, making me flinch slightly.

Luciano was engrossed in his thoughts. The confusion about his own emotion eating him up. He heard the practice room door opening then closing behind. "Mark i told you to leave me alone for now". He yelled, his back facing the door. "You seems quite angry, did something happen"?. Luciano turned around hearing his mother's voice. "Mother! What are you doing here". "Why? A'm i not wellcome here". She asked him with a sad face. "Didn't mean to offend you that way mother". He spoke seriously, afraid to hurt her with his words.

I said while trying to catch everything that he throws. He seems to be annoyed and pissed this morning. I wonder what made him angry. Is there something that bugs him? “I DON’T FUCKING CARE. JUST MAKE SURE NOT TO DROP ANYTHING OR ELSE I’LL BREAK YOUR FUCKING NECK AND THROW YOU OUT OF THE WINDOW FROM THE FIFTH FLOOR!” O__O He’s so scary >__< “Y-YES, SIR!” Everyone in that store are looking at us, specifically at me. I look like I was about to get buried by these items that Lucifer bought.

Dr Suarez shook hands with them before excusing herself. “I apologise on behalf of my sons, Dino has the flu so he couldn't make it and as for his brother just doesn't like crowded places or parties” Mrs Magliolo quickly made up an excuse for her sons’ absence before we even asked, making some of my worry disappear and my shoulders to relax a little.