Luigi Voices Novels & Stories

Luigi’s voice was thick with frustration, as if he was trying to break through my defensive walls. “What shipments? What are you talking about?” He was not making any sense. “Drugs. Heroin, to be exact.” Luigi’s words hung in the air like a death sentence. Drugs? “He’s a murderer, Summer. If you aren’t careful, you’ll get caught in the crossfire.” “Stop,” I whispered. “Take your goddamn blinders off, Summer! He’s the mafia don. The most powerful and influential boss in Chicago!” Luigi yelled. “Stop,” I repeated, my voice shaking.

] I am rudely awakened by my personal bodyguard, Luigi, shaking my shoulder so hard I almost fall out of bed. 'Vaffanculo, Luigi, ho appena chiuso gli occhi.' [Fuck off, Luigi, I've only just closed my eyes.] ''Mi dispiace, capo, ma si tratta del Grand Don.' Non vorrai mica metterti nei guai prima della grande festa di questo fine settimana.' [Sorry, Boss, but it's the Grand Don. You don't want to get in trouble before the big celebration this weekend.]

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?”

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.

"Who's speaking?" Laughter erupts as the man throws back his head. "Luigi Bianchi, your old friend." I smirk. "Not dead yet?" "I guess you'll have to do it yourself," he replies smoothly. "My boss, Christian Genovesi, sends a message." "Not in person?" I ask.

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.

his gaze sweeps over my face, "you look sad. I see it in your eyes." "It's nothing!" I smile to reassure him "I'm going to find my fiance and I'm going to get along very well with him." Luigi goes to the bed and sits down. He picks up one of my teddy bears and looks at it for a while. "I haven't heard good things about this Boris. I hear he's not good." "People talk a lot sometimes." "There are people who speak ill of him, but there is no one who speaks well of him." The man plays dirty, little sister."

has almost become a decade. As I walked down the stairs, I noticed Luigi sitting on the large L-shaped sofa facing the fireplace. He sat with his head bowed and his signature hat on his head. When he sensed my presence, he immediately looked up. “Carlo,” he said, standing up a little. His eyes were red, as if he had been crying, and everyone knew Luigi was not a crier. For generations, he had served as the family’s henchman, and he was popularly known as the Viper and the man who could never die.

He was surprised when he saw the two children. “Who are you? Thieves ... beggars !?” Mr. Da Vinci frowned. Without waiting for an answer, Mr. Da Vinci called out to an apprentice: “Luigi, who let these kids get in here ?! Take care of them!” Luigi got close, shouting at them in Italian: “USCITE FUORI LADRI! FUORI CON VOI!” “Mr. Da Vinci ... we come from Mr. Tennyson.” Luigi didn’t stop, however, from the task he was given. He grabbed Johnny by the collar and pushed him out.