Nicolas Antonio Sturniolo Novels & Stories

He liked that she was feisty—a woman who knew how to keep him on his toes. He didn't let her get far. He broke into a light jog, cutting her off to stand directly in her path. His sudden movement forced her to come to a dead halt to avoid bumping into him. "I am Luca Santoro," he began, his voice dropping into a smooth, confident cadence. "I work for Luciano Mancini as his primary ally and right-hand man. I earn a six-figure salary and own my own apartment, this car, several properties, and have millions in the bank. Is there anything else you’d like to know about me?"

“Aurora…” “He wants to hate me, Mario; he is going to start listening to fucking logic. Whatever anger that he has, he can shove it up his ass, because if he believes that I lived with a hypocrite, maybe in his eyes, he was; but he was all I had.” I said, wiping the tears that fell from my eyes. “When he died and when you were between your family members, ‘watching me’ from a fucking distance, I was serving Stefano and his ‘friends’ who offered to pay for less than an hour with me. Stefano accepted the pay as if I were some slave or whore that he would sell off or rent for his benefit.”

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

She closed her eyes in extreme embarrassment, before turning to the sage who was standing behind her, holding her hand to her chest and looking at her coldly. She couldn't say anything, except to look at the ground in embarrassment, and she said with genuine apology “I'm really sorry, ma'am. I didn't intend to deceive you, but I wanted to help him.” As if that word was the key to the sage’s anger, as she angrily hit the wall in front of her to scream at her. “Are you stupid? A hurtful person like Lucian, doesn’t deserve any help, he’s despicable.” Nero looked at her sadly, trying to make some excuses to Lucien

Holly and Lydia were sat together in a small cafe; It was narrow with about ten tables per side, in two long lines. "Ann took me to Santa's Grotto yesterday." Holly said while stirring her tea, letting go and watching the plastic spoon spin in the cup. "I know," Lydia chuckled, putting ketchup on her cheesy toastie, Holly never liked the idea and just kept her toastie plain. "Ann took Melanie last year, when she visited in Ireland," Lydia shrugged. "She only realised the next day Santa was her ex."

Marco »»»◈««« "Lilianna Sofia Bruno, twenty-three years old, daughter of Sanrino Bruno," Alessandro said, his voice steady as he gave me the background check on Lilianna and her brothers. "She attended a prestigious high school in Miami before her father forcibly relocated her back to Naples. During her time in the US, she lived with her brother Samuele and her half-brother Grabriele, along with Emilio Bruno, their Uncle."

_Dominic “What is it, spill it out,” I said impatiently. “Boss, we have company,” Vini said and we both got up from our respective chairs. The man I was with started to walk towards the back window and looked out. “I never got your name,” I said as soon as he turned and looked around. “Nikolai, but you can call me Nic,” he said, looking between me and Vini. Nikolai. He was Russian, but even as I searched in the hazy compartments of my brain, there was no Nikolai.

Nico Domani was right on time. I stared at the twenty-four-page document and cracked my neck. Time to get to work. Name: Maximus Emanuele Vanucci Age: 29 Blood group: B+ Sunsign: Scorpio Height: 6’2 Father Name: Renzo Salvatore Vanucci I read word for word of each page twice, and two hours and two cups of black coffee later, I was done. And disappointed.