Peppino X Noise Novels & Stories

I asked putting my hand on my hips and trying not to laugh "Drink." he said like a seven year old I rolled my eyes and poured in the popcorn and covered the pot. I put away the box. Xavier took out a big packet of chips and cold sodas from in the fridge. "You want pizza too?" he asked me taking his cell phone out his pocket It was a really cool phone which was a top hit in Italy called the Ocean Tidal. "Xavier are you trying to make me fat?" I asked sarcastically "Popcorn, chips, strawberries, whip cream and soda is enough to make me gain one hundred pounds!"

"Yes?" "Do you miss it? The silence?" Cale looked at the busy street. Cars honking. People shouting. Music blaring from a passing car. "Sometimes," Cale admitted. "The noise... it is exhausting. Processing the input requires constant energy." "But?" "But silence is lonely," Cale said. "I prefer the noise. As long as you are the loudest thing in it." Elion smiled. He squeezed Cale's hand. They got their pizza. They ate it on a bench in a nearby park.

Nicole and Jake spoke at the exact same time: "Large pepperoni, extra cheese, light sauce, well done, with a side of garlic knots and two Cokes." They both stopped, then they stared at each other. Then they both shouted, "Jinx!" "You owe me a soda," Nicole said immediately. "I literally just ordered two sodas. That should count." "Doesn't count if it's part of the original order. Everyone knows that." "Since when is that a rule?" "Since always! Noah, back me up here." "I'm staying out of this," Noah said diplomatically. "You two are exhausting," Marco said with obvious fondness for them. "And for the new kids?"

It was perfect, a place so loud it could drown out the ghosts following me. "Okay, Princess," Brendan said, leading me toward the Goliath: a vertical coaster that looked like a twisted steel ribcage reaching for the clouds. "If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right. Are you the 'scream-until-you-faint' type, or the 'silent-vow-of-death' type when it comes to the drop?" I laughed, a real, unforced sound that surprised even me. "I guess we’re about to find out. But if I puke on your shoes, the date is officially over."

Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]

No name, no fingerprints, no way to trace back the sender. I quietly slid in my AirPods, tucked the flash drive into my laptop, and replayed the video again. The screen lit to life and I leaned back into the chair, seething with contained fury. ‘Romano Cappellucci’ The distorted voice echoed in my ears, making my fists tighten. ‘Did your father never tell you about us?’

For your eyes o. She no want designer, she no want Ferrari Voices ride the cacophony of madness to its peak. He saw me looking, and smiling—was i really smiling?–and he faced me, moving his hips in a makossa-ish dance. Trying to write 'names of noise makers' will be hellish here, probably was for whoever had to do that dirty job when they were juniors. Everybody is loud. And anyone who isn't is next to someone who is. You might as well have to hand everyone over.

“Ahhh! Did you hear that Mrs Winters?” Jane shouted, “No! Stop! Stay where you are!!” “But..but…what was that sound?” Pepper exclaimed, hands to her cheeks. Daniel wasn’t giving up, yanking down her underwear all the way below her ankles this time and Jane almost lost her mind. “It… ah…it was me! It was my stomach…I make really loud noises when I’m hungry. ” Pepper’s mouth formed an ‘O’ and she let out a big sigh of relief. “Phew! For a moment there I thought something was lurking under the table!" Pepper chuckled nervously and scratched her hair. "Would you like me to get you something to eat then?”

I look up at Nico. So this is Domenico Perez

My entire body jerks repeatedly like I'll break apart as I spill. Then a loud sting sound on my ass. The noise filling and overlapping my loud grunt