Luigi X King Boo Novels & Stories

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.

*Bang Bang bang* King shot one by one three bullets, but it was the first time that he shot his bullets on the wall rather than his enemy's chest. Peter's fear was right, most intelligent person can be the most foolish person when it comes to their heart. King sighed, and then signed the document. “ I have signed the documents, now, you have to fulfill your promise, leave her alone and don't marry her otherwise, you know what can I do ” King warned him while he smiled and came out of his villa.

“Yeah, I wanted to get his attention to see that he was, you know, completely done with me. He told me to never call him again, but you know Johannes.” “No, what I know is that Johannes is the king, and his friends are just like, they’re not as important. If I can get a meal ticket with the big guy, then that is who I am after.” “Damn, Borham, that sounds so bad.” “I want money. I want security, and if the guy has a big dick, then that is just a bonus, and we all know what Johannes is like in bed. He is fucking amazing. I am going to miss him, but I tell you, his wife, what is her name?”

I wanted to step forward and argue with Alexander's father, but Alexander stopped me and shook his head. A voice came from a nearby table. A man tall and lean staggered toward the group resembling Scarlet. This must be Lucas; I was not impressed in the least. “Punish? Well, let’s beat him. Right here. I will start,” slurred the young man, pulling up his pants. The King snapped his fingers, and the young man exited the room two guards at his sides.

I tell him. He scoffed "Hai cambiato Richie. Sei un re della mafia, hai il potere che molti desiderano possedere ma ti nascondi in questo cassonetto con delle stupide lesbiche. Non è così che ti ho cresciuto, Richie [You have changed Richie. You are a mafia king, you have the power many wish to possess but you are hiding in this dumpster with a some stupid lesbians. This is not how I raised you Richie]"

The false kindness made her skin crawl. "Mr. Moretti." Salvatore looked pleased. Then his attention shifted. Toward Dante. A long silence followed. Two kings studying each other. Two predators measuring distance. Two men who understood violence better than most people understood language. Finally Salvatore smiled. "Dante Ravelino." Dante remained expressionless. "Salvatore." Neither offered a handshake. Neither trusted the other enough. The four of them sat. Aruna. Dante. Marco. Salvatore.

His form always seem to put me on edge and ease, the only comfort I have is that is his loyalty is towards I and the throne. "My lord" He bowed lowly, pleasing my beast for a different reason. "Rise Igaro and do tell me you have good news" His dark hair rose, staring me down with his silver gray eyes, his face as always emotionless like the machine he has always been. My Igarus leader of the guild dog and devourer of lost souls. "The rumors are true, my king and there are two of them, a girl from Arkansas and a boy from Florida" My jaw clenched.

Mike immediately rushed over to Lucas and bowed deeply. "Mike pays his utmost respect to the Mafia King!" Mike declared with absolute reverence. Instantly, Mike's action sent a shockwave through everyone present, including Gigio, Max, and Albin. "W-what? Mafia King?"

She had barely composed herself when Heron grabbed her hand. “We have a wedding to plan,” he told her. She froze, eyes darting between us in confusion. “What?” “Come with me,” Heron said, leading her away before she could argue. I watched them go, a bitter taste settling in my mouth. Luigi remained by my side. “You’re not pleased with this,” I stated. “On the contrary,” Luigi said smoothly. “This is the right decision for a king to make.” His voice carried approval, but there was something else beneath it—something I couldn’t quite place.

He is a Booi too and our rival empire enemy, after all. “Oh! What do we have here? The Davi princess feels like modelling for us tod…” Leo, the heir of the Booi mafia empire exclaims. I pounce at him before he completes his sentence. I swear that there’s absolutely no one in the entire world who gets into my nerves than this man.