Luigi X Peach Novels & Stories

Endicott’s eyes widened slightly and then he nodded as he let his hand fall back to his side and didn’t make any attempt to touch her again. “Of course, Mr. Guerriero...It has been a pleasure having you in my home as always,” “Likewise,” Alexander replied, not waiting or caring for anyone’s opinion—as usual—he began to walk to the main door and Luigi squeezed her hand slightly and began to walk, making sure she would follow behind him. Once they were outside and making their way to the car, Luigi snickered while Romeo flipped a bird at the house. “He’s such a fucking pervert!” Luigi said with a chuckle, “He wants to fuck everything with a skirt and he doesn’t even have the looks for it...Jus

he answered turning his back on me to start walking. "Call me whenever you want, you piece of man,” Betty said leaving us all speechless and Mick totally red. “That woman is crazy!” Mick exclaimed before laughing. "You have my number, Betty. If you want, call me.” And with that he turned his back on us again and went to the bar, leaving a smiling Betty and me somewhat discouraged at his departure. "Well, do you eat everything?” Louis asked me enthusiastically on the way to the car, noticing my mood had changed. "How about paella? Antonio is Spanish and he prepares a killer one.”

*** Once we got back to the resort patio, Luigi was already striding toward me like I'd been gone a century. "Where'd you go for so long? I was just about to look for you," he asked, his tone light but his eyes sharp, scanning me like he could tell something was off. I smiled, lifting the small bowl of grapes I'd grabbed from a fruit stand along the path. "Just picking up fruit," I said, plucking one and pressing it between his lips. He ate it without breaking eye contact. Behind us, I heard Leo's chair scrape against the deck. He stood and walked over, Anna trailing behind him, her fake resort smile slipping the moment she saw Luigi and me.

“She told me about Beatrice’s little pop-up. I know you’re involved in this.” Arching an eye brow, I raised my glass and took a slow sip. “Perfume?” I scoffed once I’d swallowed. “Really, Luigi? You know damn well I don’t dapple in perfumes.” “I know it was you,” Luigi spat, his voice rising. I chuckled. “You give me far too much credit, Luigi. Beatrice is ambitious enough to plot her own schemes. Perhaps your little mistress should blame her instead of me.” Luigi’s teeth ground together. He leaned forward, planting his palms on the stone ledge of the hot tub, his face inches from mine. “I swear, if you even so much as try to pull something like this again, I’ll…”

the ghoul softly said, gesturing to the half bit peach in her hand. Yukiya scoffed and took another bite out of the juicy fruit, "how is this fancy? It's a necessity. I'm the mother of his child, of course he has to provide for me. That bastard, just talking about him brings a bad taste in my mouth" she tossed the peach pit and stomped on it. The Little egg pitifully nudging her leg again and again without any rest. The red core of the egg silently watched the remaining peach in her hand. "This..You can't eat it, baby. First you have to be born," she said and sighed once more.

Peachy whispered to me. I didn't answer, taking out a chocolate cupcake out of the display case. "It's really him!" Peachy exclaimed quietly. "Lucas Sigler is sitting in my shop and I'm not wearing any make-up! Damn! Do you think I can go there and ask for an autograph?" "You can ask his number instead. He's a male whore and he fucks whatever moves in front of him." I intentionally raised my voice, but it seemed that he didn't hear me at all.

he smirked, though his eyes were venomous. Nico looked at Olivia, who dropped her gaze to the huge diamond ring on her finger. “I was just leaving,” Luigi added, with a mock bow. “Do send my regards to my cousin. I’ll be seeing him soon.” With that, Luigi walked out, his smile disappearing the moment his back was turned. He was seething. Nico had interrupted something important, but he would surely be back. At the end of the day, she would succumb. Olivia… Olivia would come around.

Lily responded, stretching forth her tender little hands. The ancient beast reluctantly spat out eight glittering Golden Peaches, each about the size of an adult’s fist. They rolled across the grass, gleaming brilliantly beneath the sunlight as Lily carefully gathered every one of them before storing them away. “Uncle, are you still craving barbecue meat tonight?” Lily asked, another devilish grin appearing on her face. “You promised to let me off after I gave you eight Golden Peaches!” the creature cried out in alarm, tiny tears welling up in its eyes before trickling down its furry face.

I lifted my chin, refusing to let him intimidate me, and made my way toward the bar. “Whiskey, neat,” I said, my voice steady even as my pulse raced. “You surprise me,” came a low voice beside me. I turned, and there he was. Luca Del Vicchio, his gaze sharp, his lips curving into the faintest smirk. “I get that a lot,” I replied, forcing a smile that I hoped looked effortless. “What brings you here tonight?” His tone was casual, but there was an edge to it, like he was testing me. I lifted my glass, meeting his eyes. “Charity, of course. Isn’t that what we’re all here for?”

she hugged him and gave him a peck on his cheek, something that Liam and I never expected. "Amy Leah!" I softly uttered, hurting. "Ah! Well! Thanks for tonight. I...also had fun!" he shyly replied while holding the cheek that she kissed. Liam glanced at me and met my raging stare. "Gotta go! You take care of her. She drank a lot of punch. I couldn't stop her!" His words rang in my ear even when his car had already disappeared from the horizon. I held Amy Leah's waist tight and guided her inside. Her legs wobbled, her head was resting on my shoulder, and her breath, a mixture of light alcohol and pineapple, assaulted my nostrils.