Noir Giabella Novels & Stories

And at the bottom, in letters cold and stark: “72 hours. She dies on camera.” Lucien stared at the page, chest heaving with fury he no longer knew how to contain. Anton looked up from the table. “We’ve narrowed the signal to northern Albania. It’s a mobile fortress. Moving hourly.” Matteo added, “All terrain, camouflaged. Whoever built this—didn’t want to be found. Julian’s fingerprints are everywhere. But Gabe… he’s the wildcard.” Lucien’s throat worked once. “And Seraphina?”

Giada's POV Carlo Romano sent me the location of the snowy mountains in St. Morizia, along with a photo. The image captured a sweeping view of the villa. Its white stone walls and black steel framework gave the place a stark, minimalist feel. However, in the very center of the photo stood Adriana Montanari. Her long golden curls cascade over a white fur coat. I stared at her radiant, smiling face for a few moments. In that instant, I couldn't help but find it all hilarious.

Gianna We climbed out of the car, the wind whipping against us, carrying the bite of rain in its teeth. The hills stretched endlessly ahead—jagged rocks, patches of scrub, and nothing that screamed hideout. Amara unfolded the map again, squinting at it as if it might suddenly rearrange itself into a treasure map with a giant red X. “This isn’t going to help,” Caelian snorted, shaking his head. “You think Nico’s hideout is marked with a star? These places are designed to vanish into the landscape. No signs, no paths, nothing. That’s the whole point.”

Norah had just taken the baby from Gabrielle, gathering his warm body close and glancing at Leone, trying to share her excitement and joy with him and see his reaction, but he wasn’t looking at her. He and Yari had a quick exchange that consisted of one look of inquiry and another of an infinitesimal shake of Yari’s head replying ‘no’. If Leone realized she had seen what had just happened, he betrayed nothing. In fact, his direct gaze, so forceful as he met hers, was a silent declaration that he had nothing to hide. But she’d seen something. Norah was sure about it. “That’s what brought me to Italy, you know,” Gabrielle said, moving through to the lounge. “I was searching for some of my rela

The Isle of Obsidian As the Aura began its descent, the rugged silhouette of Isola d’Ossidiana rose from the turquoise waters of the Tyrrhenian Sea. It was a private rock, owned by a shell company that traced back to a silent partner in the original 1985 agreement. On the highest peak sat a villa of white marble and glass—a minimalist fortress that looked like a shard of ice dropped into the Mediterranean.

Kai’s jaw tightened, their passionate kiss—Gianna’s fire, their brief surrender—a spark that burned through his focus. Gianna Moretti stood by a window, her black leather jacket unzipped, her emerald eyes sharp as she monitored comms. Her arm graze was a faint ache, her unconfessed secret—Alessio’s order to steal Castellano intel—a weight. Their kiss, Kai’s hands on her, had cracked her walls, but vulnerability scared her, her heart a battlefield. She glanced at Kai, their bond a fire, their trust tested by the burner phone, now a distant shadow.