Luigi Voices Novels & Stories

Opening the cupboard to get Beatrice her chips, I answered my ringing phone without glancing at the call display and cradled it between my ear and shoulder. “Hello,” I said, hauling out a bag of chips. “Logan?” A male voice came through the phone. Recognizing the voice, I stopped dead in my tracks. “It’s Luigi. I, uh, I hate to ask this, but I need you to do me a favor.”

Pushing those thoughts away from my mind, I pulled Cain's hand towards the little cart parked across the street. Luigi as usual mattered some spanish words as a sign of how happy he was to see me again. Then his face changed when he saw Cain, he was so shocked that he stopped fanning the little Gemini sausages on the grill. He wiped his hands with a rag before greeting Cain. "I'm such a huge fan, can I get your autograph?" He asked.

she said and reminded me that she would go first so that we would not be noticed. I was just shaken as I got into the car. Let’s just see if they aren’t surprised when I come back again. Travis Point of View From my seat, I could clearly see the clustered employee as they forced Luigi to come down. He said he planned to commit suicide when I did not show up. "Tell Travis I'm going to kill myself if he doesn't show up today!" Luigi's shout frightened the other employees. I took a good look at Luigi and from what I could see he really had no plans to jump. He's scared of heights afterall.

he growls. Professor Luigi approaches, clearing his throat. "Am I interrupting something?" The sound of his friend's voice seems to snap him out of his violent daze as he releases my throat. "Not at all." It's like he changes at the flick of a switch once his friend appears. "Our Uber is here," Professor Luigi says, his eyes darting between me and Archer. "Are you ready?" Archer's jaw flexes as he clenches it. "Sure. Just give me one moment."

Maria dished out some food for me, and I thanked her. Just then, the sound of approaching footsteps met my ears. It was Rodrigo. He took his seat in his usual spot just opposite me. Maria excused us with a polite bow. I lowered my gaze and began toying with my fork and pasta. “There's something I saw online about Luigi that I've meant to tell you.” He paused and then looked at me as if to say go on. “I saw a video. They said he was spotted moving around somewhere in town,” I said, shifting uncomfortably in my seat.

Luigi looked like a scared dwarf in comparison! “Drop your weapons or I’ll blow his brain out,” Costello threatened. “Drop your weapons, figli di puttana,” (abusive language) yelled Luigi.

] Luigi flinched away from the raw anger on Romero’s face, 'S, s. scusa Capo.’ [S. s. s. sorry Boss.] He stuttered quickly looking at the floor. ‘Stavo solo cercando di alleggerire l'atmosfera, sai, con quella piccola battuta.’ [.I was only trying to lighten the atmosphere, you know, with that little joke.] He shut up quickly when Romero tsked angrily, ‘Ti ho fatto una domanda.’ [I asked you a question.] He growled and Luigi responded immediately,

He tipped back, standing up, and offered me his hand. "Do you trust me?" His voice was a lullaby as we got into his car. "Yes." "Do you trust that I will never do something that harms you in any way?" "Yes." I answered, wondering where this was heading. "Yes, what?" "Yes, sir." I whispered. "Good girl." He stroked my cheek with a lone finger. "Close your eyes." I opened my mouth to question him, but he silenced me with a raised eyebrow. "Luigi cannot see or hear us." He said softly. What did that information have anything to do with me?

Low, rhythmic voices that hummed through the floorboards. I sat up, my heart beginning to thud against my ribs. One voice was familiar—Mia’s sharp, clipped tones. But the other... The other voice was a low, resonant baritone that made the hair on my arms stand up. It was a voice that belonged in a penthouse suite, in a clock tower, and in the deepest, most forbidden parts of my memory. Luca. I moved to the door, pressing my ear against the wood, my breath hitching in my throat.

Among them stood Luigi, a smug smile playing on his lips as he surveyed the scene before him. "Well, well, well," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "If it isn't my dear nephew and his band of merry misfits. To what do I owe the pleasure of this unexpected visit?" Antonio gritted his teeth, his hands curling into fists at his sides. "You know damn well why we're here, Luigi," he growled. "You betrayed me, you sold me out to the Vincenzos. And now it's time for you to pay for what you've done."