Novel & Cerita Nicolas Antonio Sturniolo

—Yes, wonderfully, Santiago is a great man. -Santiago? - Luciana asked in a whisper, when Irina was going to answer the two men arrived. —I think we can go now, Santi has arrived. — Said Saúl who at that moment looked from him to Luciana — Lu, meet my best friend Santiago O'Brien. — And then he turned to his friend — and I present to you Luciana Brown, Irina's best friend. — They both looked at each other surprised, Santiago couldn't help but look at her from top to bottom with her gaze.

Was her eyes playing tricks on her or was the light skinned, brooding stranger really there? The trance they had subjected themselves to was broken by a cough from one of over 170 students, a light skinned boy with chestnut hair who looked nothing older than 24, making him probably three years older than Clara and 6 years younger than Lucian. Lucian broke the stare, “Just take a seat. Never repeat this.” He commanded dismissing her, the painful hiss of the microphone following his words.

I didn't even try to stop her. I stood still, like a fool. Until I heard the footsteps behind me. “Nice show,” Alessandro muttered, falling into step beside me. “You almost looked like a husband there. Warm smile. Hand on her waist. Thought you were going to spin her into a dance and call it a day. And she didn't really think that she would play the role of a Luna. And yet, there she was, the perfect Luna that everyone would want to have. Only she was being honest. I'm not really sure about you.”

“And you can give them proper burials, give their families heartfelt condolences, as soon as the sun sets and I am fully free of this attempted trap.” He sinks down in the armchair, cradling his head on his propped up fist. “That bit of blood really hit the spot and curbed the hunger pangs, so thank you for that. Still, I am in serious need of some fucking sleep, so keep it down and don’t go injuring yourself, Nico…” My eyes darken with warning the second his lips start to form the name. “Nicorati.” he corrects, speaking my full name with a roll of the tongue and a widening smile. He clearly still finds it amusing, absurd. “Don't look at me like that. You can't deny it is a... peculiar name.

She couldn't contain herself anymore and lost control, starting to speak in a wavering voice. "She is always skipping class to go to her stupid job. She barely concentrates because the job drains her. She’s under so much stress because of the job and studies. She had an E in her previous test-" "What the- what?" At her silence, Donovan turned to Standfast instructing him to apologize on his behalf and cancel the appointment immediately. He would communicate the next schedule. He was glad he picked members of his own frat. They understood when not to pose questions. As Standfast went to do just that, he urged Teni to speak. "I'm listening." He said abruptly. His patience had thinned as he thr

“If he didn’t believe me at the time, if he didn’t look into my eyes and understand that I was being framed, I would be dead. I would rather do it as a hero.” “You are not staying back.” Luna Isobel stepped forward then, her composure cracking just slightly. “Why should we trust you?” Maria didn’t turn fully toward her, but her voice lowered. “Because your Luna is about to give birth underground while the pack is on fire.” She said calmly. “And because you know that it was you and your little puppy, mind you the traitor who is also looking to burn this place, who orchestrated this whole façade.” “What are you talking about?” Luna Isobel asked.

“It is for Alpha Arturo, I…” “Get one of the wine bottles, Alana, and fill this with water.” He said, looking at the woman over his shoulder again before he turned his attention to me. The maid left us alone before the man extended his hand to me, making me frown in confusion. “I am Lorenzo, Alpha Arturo’s second beta, I don’t think that I have introduced myself to you.” “I beg your pardon?” I asked, voicing out my confusion. The man was just giving me a warning and now he was introducing himself to me? That was not something that I understood.

“We didn’t get a proper introduction last time, thanks to Mr. I've got a stick up my asshole.” I burst out laughing. “Yeah, he wasn’t exactly thrilled.” “I’m Nicola Santino, Lorenzo’s best friend,” he introduces himself. Wow, his name is sexy too. “And I'm Elara Wal—” “Oh, don’t worry. I know all about you,” he says jokingly. My brow quirks in surprise. “Really?” “Well… Lorenzo may have mentioned you,” he quickly adds, as if trying to cover up a slip. I'm sure Lorenzo must have been planning my murder with him.

“This is new.” “That’s our assessment.” Antonio exhaled slowly, measured, deliberate. “Put Nico on everything. Communications. Movements. Anyone who’s shifted patterns in the last six months.” “He already is.” “And Joseph,” Antonio added. “I want him ready. Immediately.” Robert hesitated. “You’re already overseas.” “And now I’m involved,” Antonio replied. The call ended. Antonio stood there for a moment longer, staring down at the city as something cold and furious settled behind his calm. Luca wasn’t just a name on a payroll. He had been there during lean years. During bloodier ones. He had earned trust the hard way.

"So, your brother not only runs a Mafia, but he is also the CEO of multi-million incorporation and owns a dozen nightclubs?" "No, he is the CEO of multi-billion incorporation, the Boss of the world’s most ruthless Mafia, and the owner of the twelve most popular and most frequented nightclubs," "Right, right, my mistake," Nicole took a sip of her drink. "God forbid he ever settle on one thing," "God forbid," Marco agreed, clinking his glass to hers. "What about you though?" "What about me?" "What do you do?" Nicole asked, turning to be facing him. "I mean Serafina owns her own photo gallery, Arsenio is a pilot, and your brother is clinically insane, what about you?"