Luigi Funny Novels & Stories

She didn’t want to look like a ripe tomato the same way Viola currently did. “And you who’s been looking at everyone like a leering old pervert?” Luigi coughed awkwardly and avoided everyone’s gaze. “I was only observing everyone, I wasn’t leering,” Romeo coughed out a word that sounded like ‘creep’ That made everyone laugh, including Enzo who was acting like he had deleted all of his emotions from his body. “I’m not a creep!” Luigi hissed and then downed his glass of orange juice and then hissed again.

Rea clenched her jaw, and Marena just laughed. At a farther end of the room, Luigi watched and observed everything that had just happened. He threw his head back, and chugged the entire contents of his glass. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he smirked. “Seems like I'll be taking one more thing off your hands, cugino.” Cousin.

"Richie, you like Mochi, too, right?" "Figaro is better. Right, Liutrich?" Lumiere insisted. Liutrich exchanged glances, getting bewildered on who he should put his attention to. "I like Mochi..." he said in a timid voice. Luciana celebrated while Lumiere frowned. She even copied Lumiere's action when she stuck her tongue out.

"I've been expecting you." My grip on the Colt Python tightens. "Oh, Luigi. But I didn't get an invite." "Sarcastic," he comments. "And quite deft are you." "That's what you get when you employ dumb guards. Why waste money on their suits when they are useless?" "Did you come here to banter, Antonio?"

All of sudden, Luigi burst into a series of raucous laughter. At first, a glint of surprise skimmed through me as I wondered what sounded so funny in my statement. However, I knew that he was just trying to piss me off further and I wasn't going to let him. When his laughter died down, he held a stoic expression, putting up a dauntless act as he spoke. “You are mistaken, Luciano. Your mother did something very wrong. From the moment she brought you into this world, she made a grave mistake." He spat.

I opened my eyes when a deep laughter filled the air, giving me a mushy feeling. I turned to the person who made the sound. "Don't be afraid, Sydney," Lucas said and even though he was not laughing anymore, laughter danced in his eyes. "Luigi may drive roughly but believe me when I say he is an extremely good, experienced and talented driver. Nothing will happen. We will get your bag alive." I swallowed and shook my head but I kept my hold on the edge of the seat.

Luigi replied with a bow. On the outside, it appeared as if he had accepted it. However, he secretly felt indignant on behalf of his subordinates. They were heading toward certain death. They were clearly being asked to die, and Luigi found it hard to accept such a thing. Giovanni's death had also made Luigi's heart grow cold. After leaving Alessio's room, Luigi frowned, deep in thought. "Mr. Coppola, you've had a busy day. You should rest. Do you think we can win tomorrow?" a Yutarian Warrior asked as he carried a tub of water over to Luigi for him to wash his feet.

The man who inflicted so much pain on me didn’t deserve any more of my time. I drew the gun from its holster, steadying my aim. Luigi's eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen. "You’re going to kill me?" he laughed. "Because I sent your whore of a wife a gift? Did you like it? It looked like those three bastards! I would have taken care of your three bastards the same way, but you found me!"

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?”