Noir Giabella Novels & Stories

As he said so, all the eyes in the City Center turned towards me, which I just calmly looked at them, to me their exchange of words right now were similar to how a Mafia would engage in the start of war, trying to be civilised and weighing their morality and to justified their reason for everything that they have and wanted to do. “{Greeting Esteemed Ones~…Alessia Di Gianna, of Gianna Family of the Northern Alemia, Hailed from the Mountain territory Next to the Northern Shark Region..I am Pleased to meet your Acquaintance..}”. (Alessia Di Gianna)

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.

The pain stung badly. Giordana pushed past me with hasty steps and some seconds later the sharp light reflected on my figure. I heard her footsteps approaching me until she stopped in my front. On seeing my face, a flash of recognition passed her eyes. She screamed again when her gaze wandered downwards. I followed her line of sight and was met with a view of the crimson liquid seeping from the wound. On lifting my head to stare at her, I saw a carving knife in her hand stained with blood.

“Giordano isn’t just a ghost anymore. He’s a threat with teeth and soldiers. And if we’re going to survive, we need to work together. No more lies. No more power plays.” Leonardo’s eyes narrowed. “And what’s your play, Alessia? You think just because you wear his ring and carry his name, you’re untouchable?” “No,” she said softly. “I think I’m the only one willing to do what neither of you can.” A silence settled between them. Tense. Calculated. Then a knock came at the chamber door. One of Elio’s men stepped in, panting. “We found the compound. Giordano’s staging ground. A villa north of Palermo. He’s consolidating troops—and files.”

Raven asked, seeking clarification. Gia nodded firmly. “A cursed place!” she spat passionately. “What a shame. I heard it’s beautiful. No demons should taint a place like that,” Raven sighed. He had once considered building a resort there, but the licensing process had been a nightmare. “The only memory etched into my mind of Neive is that it’s a horrifying city with heartless inhabitants. They let a disabled woman suffer…” Gia’s throat tightened, halting her words. The memory of her mother’s struggle against Moretti’s cruelty ignited anger and sorrow, bringing tears to her eyes.

THE TRADE ALESSIO POV “You want to trade yourself for Gianna?” Nikolai stares at me. “That’s suicide, and honestly silly” “No. I want Luca to “think” I’m trading myself.” I pull up a map on my phone. “Pier 19 is exposed. Open. No cover. He’ll have snipers. Men everywhere.” “So how do we” “We don’t go to Pier 19.” I zoom in. “We go here. Pier 17. Two buildings over. High ground. Perfect vantage point.”

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.