Luigi Comics Novels & Stories

she said and reminded me that she would go first so that we would not be noticed. I was just shaken as I got into the car. Let’s just see if they aren’t surprised when I come back again. Travis Point of View From my seat, I could clearly see the clustered employee as they forced Luigi to come down. He said he planned to commit suicide when I did not show up. "Tell Travis I'm going to kill myself if he doesn't show up today!" Luigi's shout frightened the other employees. I took a good look at Luigi and from what I could see he really had no plans to jump. He's scared of heights afterall.

he purred in that molten chocolate baritone that never failed to liquify my insides. I also broke into a smile, although being a little surprised to see him there. I came fully into the room and shut the door gently behind me as Lucas crossed the space between us in two long strides, to hug me and I surrendered into the comforting warmth of his chest with blissful contentment before I asked, "Where's Luigi?" My eyes danced quickly around the room whilst still in an embrace with Lucas. “We haven't seen each other in so long and the first thing you ask about when we meet is my right hand man. My heart is broken,” his lips brushed lightly over my earlobe as he said this.

My fists pummel his face, but he just smirks with each hit, laughing. Everyone gasps, and I know it’s not because of the fight. A heavy crack sounds, which signals Luigi just entered the fucking room and has a hold of his whip. My spine stiffens as I stand straight, realizing I look like the instigator since I was the one on top of Rizzo and punching the shit out of him. “Back away from him, Morales,” Luigi says. I swallow hard and follow his orders, as even I’m not insane enough to stand up to that sadist.

Luigi watched them before finally going to another room where an old man was watching TV and eating fried chicken. “Dad, I told you not to eat too much fried chicken!” The old man, none other than Alessandro Ravelli, ignored his son. He was laughing out loud at the horror series that was showing the terror of ghosts. “Look, the ghost looks so cute! The makeup is so unnatural.” Luigi let out a long sigh. “Someone just came to see me.” “Who?” Alessandro asked. “Nicolo De Luca.” Old Ravelli turned his head. His gaze was full of interest. “Did he come here for the annual gathering in New York?”

I discreetly sought help from Luigi behind the guy, but he also appeared troubled, rubbing his nose with his eyes closed. The man focused on me and said, "Well, well, who do we have here?" Luigi replied, "She's with me. Anything you want?" The man grinned, revealing a mischievous smile. "Who are you? His new girl?" he asked, seemingly ignoring Luigi. His question is straightforward and easy to answer, but it doesn't sit well with me. It's annoying. Am I his new girl? What does he mean by that? It seems like he's trying to portray Luigi as a womanizer, even though he doesn't look like one. I can't picture Luigi playing with fire. He's mature and has plans to settle down, so it's unlikely that

But then, the things they talked about before I left was catching my attention. Who the heck was Don Luigi? Never heard of that name before. If he was someone who worked inside the company, then maybe I would know about it. Or if he was a client that Ricky was approaching, then I would know too. But I never heard anything about this person. I tried to search for that name on the internet but only a cartoon character came up, Luigi the Super Mario's twin brother. Okay, that was a stupid move.

Luigi pulled up at the side and greeted me, “Welcome, Signora. I thought I was supposed to pick you from the restaurant, not the library.” “Well, I had some books I wanted to return,” I lied, entering the back seat. I dropped my bag beside me as I asked him, “How's your work going? Did you see Leonardo today?” Luigi paused as he stared at me through the rearview mirror, “Yes, I did. He also asked me how you were doing and told me to keep a close eye on you.” My heart raced under my chest as I pressed on, “Is that all he said? He didn't say anything else?”

has almost become a decade. As I walked down the stairs, I noticed Luigi sitting on the large L-shaped sofa facing the fireplace. He sat with his head bowed and his signature hat on his head. When he sensed my presence, he immediately looked up. “Carlo,” he said, standing up a little. His eyes were red, as if he had been crying, and everyone knew Luigi was not a crier. For generations, he had served as the family’s henchman, and he was popularly known as the Viper and the man who could never die.

I guess they knew it wouldn't matter. "Luciano, please take care of my wife and child. They were not a part of this," Mario said, and I did not know how his brother would feel about it. After all, he had tried to kill his brother's mate, who was pregnant. There was no way Mario would have spared Catalina if the tables were turned, but we could not decide for the head of the Russo family how he planned on dealing with the traitor. Something in Luciano's eyes said he would spare their lives. I would be proud of him if he did so.

Luigi replied with a half sly smile, his wrinkled face looking more younger. Giovanni stared at his host in contemplation. He knew he wasn't bluffing. Luigi de Pinto was a man of his word. He was a man of action too. He singlehandedly controlled most of the major trades in the northern region. Striking a deal with him would be a good bargain. “I want to hear everything. What is the price?” A smile spread on Luigi's face as he stared at his visitor. He turned a little quantity of whiskey from the bottle to his glass and after taking a sip, he spoke out. “An alliance. You have to marry my daughter.”