Luigi Funny Novels & Stories

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Pushing those thoughts away from my mind, I pulled Cain's hand towards the little cart parked across the street. Luigi as usual mattered some spanish words as a sign of how happy he was to see me again. Then his face changed when he saw Cain, he was so shocked that he stopped fanning the little Gemini sausages on the grill. He wiped his hands with a rag before greeting Cain. "I'm such a huge fan, can I get your autograph?" He asked.

] Luigi flinched away from the raw anger on Romero’s face, 'S, s. scusa Capo.’ [S. s. s. sorry Boss.] He stuttered quickly looking at the floor. ‘Stavo solo cercando di alleggerire l'atmosfera, sai, con quella piccola battuta.’ [.I was only trying to lighten the atmosphere, you know, with that little joke.] He shut up quickly when Romero tsked angrily, ‘Ti ho fatto una domanda.’ [I asked you a question.] He growled and Luigi responded immediately,

Two hours ago, Laron would have gladly jeered at his face and danced around the table before telling him he had no chance. But he couldn't simply bring himself to do that. Luigi wasn't that bad; he was the problem; he was being an asshole, inheriting Rune's enemies. So he stuffed his mouth with steak. Luigi laughed. "Get out of here, man." Laron tried not to choke on the food; maybe this elite wasn't as bad as those who walked into the orphanage to only smile at them when the camera was on. He watched as Luigi picked up his bottle of wine, poured it into another empty glass, and then shifted it to him. "It's fruit."

he says and I grin at the simple rhythm. "I'm not very hungry," I admit, and he sighs. "I understand how you must be feeling. I haven't met my mate yet, but I get it. Please just try a few bites," Luigi says before holding up a beautifully charred fish with herbs sticking out of its open stomach.

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.

Maybe I just had a horrible survival instinct. “Yes, cousin,” he confirmed, not really providing useful information or an explanation. I raised a brow, encouraging him to continue. “Will you start talking already, Mr.?” He smiled at me, which only infuriated me. “Let me guess, you’re Aiden’s cousin and somehow—” “No,” he said curtly, cutting me off. You both had a fallout, I completed it in my head. “I am your cousin, Luigi Giovanni.” I stared at him for a moment, my face void of any expression. Seeing he was actually being serious, I burst into laughter—an unending, breathless laughter that almost took me out. But his expression remained stern.

I asked , batting my eyelashes innocently . "That dude has got a lot of sticks up his ass. Who the hell is named Luigini? It sounds like a cheap underwear brand." Kayla said laughing. This actually got us all laughing. "WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?" Luigini shouted with a snarl . " You still haven't settled down ? " No kidding his expression was hilarious. Which sort of made us laugh harder. "Is there a damn joke on my face ? Did you even listen to everything we said ??" He continued shouting with his eyebrows raised.

"Just kidding! You don't take jokes well. Eat up so you can put some meat on those bones." I raised an eyebrow. "Do you honestly expect me to enjoy my meal with you right in front of me?" I retorted. He leaned in. "Quite the sharp tongue you got there, huh?" "If you know, then leave," I retorted and resumed eating. This guy is disrupting my meal. I knew it; he'd just tease me. He and Luigi are so different from each other. Unlike him, Luigi is serious and hardly cracks a smile. I've probably seen him smile only twice in the weeks I've been staying here. How on earth did they become friends with such opposite personalities?

What a stupid move! "You..." Just before Luigi could utter more nonsense, Mario, for once showing some intelligence, extended his hand, urging him to stop. "What's the task?" "So, you're interested, huh?" I chuckled, putting my drink down and grabbing my cigarette, lighting it up as I placed it between my lips, taking a drag. I needed to remain calm to keep myself composed and not end up beating the daylights out of these two—I just couldn’t stand their faces. So unattractive and disheveled. I despised ugly things, whether human or otherwise.