Luigi Mangione Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The dream ended with Daniela's back turned to me—the same view I'd stared at for three years as she rushed off to get to Luca, leaving me behind to be tortured. When I woke in a daze, the first thing I saw was a sailboat-shaped ring. I looked up. Luca had changed into a plain T-shirt and jeans and was gulping chicken broth straight from a thermos. The housekeeper stood nearby, looking deeply apologetic. "Mr. Linari, I'm so sorry. I only brought enough for one, but it turns out Mr. Bianchi loves this broth too." "Oh, I can't believe I drank the whole thing," Luca said. "Matteo, I'm so, so sorry."

His lips brushed against hers as he placed a slow, deliberate and mocking kiss that sent a surge of anger through me. The room erupted in whispers, eyes widening in shock and delight at the spectacle. My heart raced, fury and helplessness coursing through him. Giulia's eyes met mine, a flash of desperation and fear swirling within them. I felt a surge of protectiveness, my fists clenched at my sides as I fought to maintain my composure. Leonardo pulled back, his eyes locked on mine, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. "I see you're still... attached to your little companion, Antonio. How... Charming”

When they quietened, I said softly, "I missed my mother. Just then, someone fell into my line of vision. Whoever it was, the gait and the strides looked definitely familiar. I couldn't figure out if he was a man or a woman as he was dressed in an oversized tux and he had a man's haircut. He wasn't in the hall. He had strode into my vision somewhere from the side of the hall outside. I couldn't do anything to check out my speculation as I couldn't leave the stage. I shifted on my feet and tried to concentrate on my speech, that was when I noticed that Leia was watching every of my actions and reactions. I gazed back into the crowd out side and I watched the familiar stranger walked away. "Sor

The four of them are watching them from afar as the man is removing his gear. When Luigi remove his gear, all the female personnel paused from walking and is admiring his angelic look. “How are you feeling?” he asked his friend but she is still look pale, she is pouting as she nods at him even it is against her feeling. “Everything will be alright, sweetheart,” he motivates her and cuddled him as he kisses her on his head which Steph’s wife witnessed. The female personnel left witnessing Luigi’s sweetness and care for her, they thought that she is his girlfriend while Caspian’s face darkens, his jaw clenched as his hands turns into fist while he is watching the sweetness of the two.

Luca let out a quiet breath and pulled her closer, tucking her under his chin, holding her against his chest. Like he didn’t want to let go. “When I woke up the next morning, I thought I had died… that I was in heaven,” Luca said quietly. “But I wasn’t. It was his house. His room.” He let out a small breath. “And there he was—Luciano Mancini—arguing with his mother.” Lucy listened, completely still. “He was… what, fifteen?” Luca went on. “And he was fighting for me. His mother kept saying a weak boy like me was useless… that I had no place there.”

Mia said her tone holding a professional tone and also a slight freeness in it. Adriano's body stilled when he heard the voice behind him, he slowly turned his body as his grey eyes flashed with incomprehensible expressions in them. "I am not Mr. Luca." He replied. Mia raised her gaze towards the man at his words and her eyes turned to slight sauces, widening in surprise but not too evident.

Lorenzo Greco finally accepted me on the night of my 25th birthday. The next day, fireworks lit up the sky the whole night, and roses piled everywhere. It was an extravagant display of love that sent shockwaves through Northern Darvent. I deliberately set aside the family business and rushed back just to see it. However, the fireworks bloomed into his assistant's name, Elena Lagioia. … I had barely stepped through the door when my mamma, Rochelle Coppola, called. She said angrily, "Your papa and I knew long ago he was not a good man. What kind of man lets a girl chase him for ten years, only to cheat right before the wedding?

The next morning, Corleone came home carrying Lilia's favorite rose perfume on him. In his hand was my favorite apple pie, his deep eyes filled with affection. "Eat it while it's still warm. I made a special trip to the Hillsbalt to buy it." I lowered my gaze. Just ten minutes earlier, Lilia had posted a new story of her and a man in bed on Instagram. Though neither of their faces was visible, the blooming rose tattoo on the man's chest clearly identified him as Corleone.

“Yeah, right. Impossible.” “I’m a surrogate for Young Leone!” I pressed. “Please! The money will come soon!” The men looked at each other for a moment then started laughing, clearly not believing a word I said. The one with the birthmark stopped laughing and turned his attention back to us with a glare. “Young Leone?” He said in disgust. “He would never choose someone as low as you to bear his children. You’re a no-good liar just like your father.” He took another step towards us, making us back away as far as we possibly could—our backs hitting the wall.

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.