Luigi Voices Novels & Stories

“Consider it done.” I glance back at Massimo one last time. “You think you’re clever, don’t you? But you’re nothing. I believe in none other than the eternal. Only someone loyal could pull this shit.” I lean in close, my voice a low whisper. “You don’t know loyalty, Massimo. But you’re about to learn.” As I turn to leave, Luigi speaks. His tone is cautious but firm. “Don… he said something else.” I stop in my tracks. My pulse spike. “What?”

He had finally realized who the voice belonged to. “You finally got it,” Luigi said with a chuckle. “How are you holding up with everything?” he asked with concern. “You know a broken wedding ceremony, near death and a brother's death is quite a big deal, even for the strongest man,” he added and Giovanni could have sworn he heard the sarcasm in the first part of his last statement. “I am doing quite perfectly, just some plans that need to be executed,” Giovanni replied. “I know we didn't make that alliance, but I am solidly behind you. I have an army of men waiting perfectly for your command.”

his voice is full of warning and his face is still red due to anger, I could see veins popping from his forehead and knuckles and suddenly the room becomes dark too. "I-" I started and it feels like the words are stuck in my throat because my mouth is open but no words seem to make it out of it. A clear irritation is evident on Luigi's face. I rubbed my hand on my jeans and started again. Readjusting my posture and the words that playing in my mind before taking a step closer in his direction.

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.

" You scream just like your son when he screams for his mother." "What the fuck did you do to them! Get me out of here." "No so you can beat the living daylights out of me. You have bulked up since Italy ." My calf stung but it felt better but the pain was nothing compared to how I felt. " Luigi !" " That's our grandfathers name . " He smiled at me and opened a glass bottle that he emptied into a glass . I was thirsty and my voice was starting to fade .I took a deep breath and rested my head on the pillows.

“Say what you mean, Luigi.” He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “You’ve just dug your own grave, Von. The pack will never truly accept her. And your enemies?” He scoffed. “You’ve handed them the perfect excuse to tear you apart.” I didn’t flinch. “Let them try.” Luigi studied me for a long moment, then sighed, shaking his head. “Your actions will lead to your downfall.” With that, he turned and walked away. I stood there, watching his retreating form, knowing there was some truth in his words. But it didn’t change anything.

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He listened carefully to the surroundings and adjusted his vision in the darkness. "Luigi..." Luigi hesitated when the voice called his name again. Luigi had goosebumps because of the depth of the voice of the caller to his name. The kind of voice that seems to be in the pit. Terrifying. "Luigi..." Luigi stood up and couldn't help but answer. "Who are you? Show yourself!" He tried to roam his eyes around, but he couldn't see anyone. "I'm here," the voice replied. "Where?! Show yourself! Coward!" Honestly, Luigi is scared as hell! He is a fighter, but if his opponent is like this, cannot be seen anywhere or worse, a ghost, he is effin' dead. He is freaking scared of ghosts, to be honest!

He looked up at me and asked, "Aren't you going to eat yet? Don't you like the food? Just tell me what you like." I quickly shook my head, stumbling over my words. "N-n-no, sir!" He set down his utensils and leaned back, crossing his arms. "Aren't you comfortable eating with me?" "No, sir. Um, I was just surprised," I quickly replied. "What's there to be shocked about?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "And didn't I tell you to stop calling me 'sir'? Just call me Luigi." I bit my lower lip, feeling embarrassed. "Sorry."

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.