Luigi Middle Finger Novels & Stories

Luther scratches the bridge of his nose. My hand goes behind my neck, I'm struggling not to be so jealous, but my blood is literally boiling. "Who is that now? One of your many friends?" "No, stupid, he is the Captain of the bisons," Luther says, "he is a very scary guy, Marlon. Whatever you do, avoid him on the rink." I scoff and throw the half empty bottle of water back at him. "What's that supposed to mean?!" He frowns at me, as if I was being rude by throwing that bottle against his chest.

On the tag, there was a short, chilling message in his distinctive handwriting: For my grandchildren. A chill ran through me, settling deep in my bones. Disgust twisted in my stomach. I knew this was Luigi's way of sending a message, reminding me—and Riccardo—that he was still around, still part of our lives, even if we wished he wasn't. Anger surged within me, a protective instinct for my kids. I was about to call Riccardo when I heard footsteps coming closer. Steph walked into the room, her face showing a flicker of curiosity.

Tomorrow. I woke up early to go jogging when I remembered to wake Luigi. I went to his room which was not locked. When I went inside, the pogi was still gaping. I pinched Luigi's nose, which was too crooked. It was almost red but he still didn't get up. I climbed on his bed and stepped on him. Luigi always felt like a heavy weight on his body. He was restless every time I was in front of him. He almost vomited and always made excuses because of what we were eating. Luigi also had a hard time finding the fruits and food I needed.

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.

I wanted to talk to my friend and tell her that I really think my brother likes her but I know her very well she doesn't want to marry someone who is like her father she wants to marry someone different and I'm still happy I'm still in Apollo in this matter and I know that Daniel will find someone for him if its meant to be . Michelangelo was shocked to find out that he was put as an emergency contact and he was the one to call when my brother got into trouble I guess he held him in high regards because he didn't put the other twin witches Luigi but Luigi has his own knife and it sometimes takes long for him to register things but in my opinion is the most smartest person you can ever come a

"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.

It was annoying at times, but it was easy to take advantage of it sometimes. Not expecting it, Luigi quickly took a step back. I chuckled quietly, taking another step forward, smiling to myself when Luigi stood firmly where he was. I stopped when both our toes were touching. Other men were also working out around us, but I didn't pay much attention to them as I went on with my plan. I looked up at Luigi, batting my lashes as I pouted at him. "Please." As expected, his eyes dropped to my breasts and he swallowed. His loyalty to his boss must've been strong though, because he averted his eyes, taking a step back. "I can't go against Alessandro's orders."

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's eyes darkened at my bold touch, and his Adam's apple bobbed. In response and as a form of teasing, Luigi squeezed some shower gel and meticulously rubbed rich lather onto my smooth back. Then, he mischievously scooped up a ball of white foam with his finger and gently dabbed it on my nose and cheeks, like frosting a cake, causing me to giggle.

Ricky grabbed my waist so firmly that I didn't even think I could escape his clutch. Similarly, Don Luigi also shook Ricky's hand and kissed his black ring. This was actually so bizarre to me. I saw that Don Luigi also wore the same kind of ring as Ricky, the only difference was the letter carved on it. The one that Don Luigi wore had 'L' on it. Why would Don Luigi kiss Ricky's ring? Obviously, Don Luigi was older. Shouldn't it be the other way around?