Luigi Voices Novels & Stories

"Why can't I remember anything?" Luigi stopped and took my chin gently in his hands, turning my face to look at him. The contact was deliberately intimate. "I can tell you. This is our home, you've lived here for years now," Luigi said. Years. Our home. He said the words like he'd practiced them in a glass room. There was no tremor, no slip. Just the flat, patient certainty of someone who'd built a narrative and didn't plan on anyone dismantling it. Just how dedicated was he to his role? He wasn't going to out-act me. Not on purpose. Not without my consent.

But then, the things they talked about before I left was catching my attention. Who the heck was Don Luigi? Never heard of that name before. If he was someone who worked inside the company, then maybe I would know about it. Or if he was a client that Ricky was approaching, then I would know too. But I never heard anything about this person. I tried to search for that name on the internet but only a cartoon character came up, Luigi the Super Mario's twin brother. Okay, that was a stupid move.

, he yells, but there isn't a soul to answer. “ Good evening, Anthony. I suppose you'll have to find a way to call the hell to talk to them…” Luigi enters the scene wiping his gun with a white handkerchief. “You two…”, Anthony is surprised. “ Yes, both of us! He's always been on my side. So take it Anthony, today begins your ruin, not mine…”

If the elders get to hear this, they will scream at him. Don Julio’s son sat beside her. He started the car and asked “where are we going to? I need your directions to access the road…” He paused and scratched the back of his head “sorry…my name is Luciano Reyes.” Luciano Ree-yes… The name kept on ringing in her head. She had never heard the name before. The way he pronounced it, he must have taken him a long time to learn that. It tickled every part of her body, reminding her of the need for a man in her life.

William reminds me, his head leaning against a locker. "Right." "It's about the NHL guys. They want to see us for photos or something..." "Right." He frowns as he lifts his head. "Are you even listening to anything I have to say?" "Shush, he is coming!" Luther walks through the door, his bag thrown over his left shoulder. He looks a bit tired, like he didn't sleep well last night. I brush my hand over the side of my hair, before waving at him in a very calculated manner.

was Louis’ harsh reply. “You really expect me to believe this stupid happy family facade?” Said the fucking woman with a mocking voice “Have you not seen her well? You got interested in an eccentric goth full of piercings and with two kids out of nowhere... Please, Louis, you can tell at first sight what this is all about.” "Thank God you have a vagina and no balls, otherwise I would have castrated you by now,” Louis growled. "And get the fuck away from me!"

The people around him, as well as every single person in the cafeteria alternated their fazes between him and me. As I sat, I saw Michele's and Luigi's gazes. With my eyes on my food, I said, "I'm gonna gouge those eyes of yours if you don't fix it on something else." " Come on man—" I shut Michele up with a glare. Luigi, however, decided he wasn't going to stay low. "To be honest, that was uncalled. I mean, è venuto solo pwr salutare." [he just came to say hi]."

Slowly, Lorenzo’s hand left my mouth and he smiled at me as we heard Luigi say, “you'll want to hear this deal. It has to do with my daughter.” “I don't give a damn about one of your bastards,” Luca said, resulting in a low growl from Lorenzo. “I don't know any of your daughters.” Luigi laughed loudly again, completely drowning out Lorenzo’s growl. “Oh, you certainly know and do give a damn about this one.” I could hear the smile in Luigi’s voice. There was silence from the other room, silence which seemed to last hours instead of the few seconds it actually was. “Lorenzo,” we heard Luigi call.

“Buonasera, bella.” Good evening, beautiful.” Olivia turned, startled. She had managed to get out of Nero’s grip to catch a breath to herself, but it seemed she could never catch a break tonight. Luigi’s grin widened as he gave a small bow. “Forgive me for intruding, but I couldn’t resist introducing myself. Luigi DeSantis,” he introduced, holding out his palm. Her discomfort was immediate. He had the same surname as Nero. He might be a relative of his.

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.