Pietro My Brilliant Friend Novels & Stories

My Brother's best friend was dragging me like he owned me. At the top of the stairs, he shoved open a door to a private VIP booth. The room was dark, soundproofed, with deep couches and low lights. He threw me inside, slamming the door shut behind us. The bass from the club was muffled now, but my pulse was louder. I spun around to face him, breathing hard. My hair was messy from the dance floor, eyes wide but defiant. “What the hell was that?”

I had smiled through every second of that party just to cover up the tension and unsettling thoughts going through my mind. Now the hall was half-empty, the music was fading, and I was trying to navigate the staircase without holding the railing because I had some pride left. "You're going to fall." I knew that voice even before I turned. The voice that made me have sleepless nights. That was Finn, my brother's best friend and bodyguard. The voice came from behind me, low and unbothered. Like he had been watching me teeter on the second step for longer than was polite and had only just decided to say something.

t made my blood boil to think of her laughing, smiling, or, God forbid, touching Damien. This didn't make sense. I knew that. Scarlet wasn't my mine. She was..a pawn. A plan piece. And yet, the thought of her with anyone else made me so angry that I could barely see. I got a tighter grip on the phone and asked, "Where are you guys now?" She thought about it for a while and then gave me the address. No more words were said before I hung up. I was so angry. Blood boiling. Seeing old friends. In fact, it was one friend in particular. DAMIEN!

“Nobody knows you the way I do. Nobody else on this campus actually gives a damn about you the way I do. I’m the one who protected you. I’m the one who always made sure you were good. You think Brittany cares? She’s just using this to cause a scene because she hates me, not because she's trying to protect you. You’re my best friend, Kathy. We’re supposed to be a team. You can’t let people come between us over some stupid rumor or misunderstanding.” He actually said it. A stupid rumor or a misunderstanding. He was trying to downplay the fact that my entire dignity was currently being shredded to pieces, all because he wanted to smooth things over and keep me under his thumb. He wanted me to s

"I had to take Mandy home, and then somehow I got wrapped up in going to watch Mandy practise. Unfortunately for me, her practice is at the same time as Kiara's thing, so that did not help my case. I could have just told Mandy I couldn't go, but I want to stick to my promise. Then again, my first promise was to Kiki," "Then stick with your promise to Kiara. Aren't you guys best friends?" "Yes, but as best friends, we don't make out, and I get to fool around with Mandy," "Gross," she said and frowned at me. "Sorry," I whispered. Somewhere between all the talking, I ended up drying the wet dishes that began to pile up on the counter. "Darling, you're one of the smartest persons I know. You're

Alessia muttered, her tone flat but her expression slightly scrunched. The words made me pause, my brow lifting. It sounded almost endearing, though her look said otherwise. Brielle smirked. “Bad mouth me in Spanish, and I will look it up,” she said, shooting Alessia a glare. “And then I’ll make you repeat it word for word.” Turning her attention back to me, Brielle grinned. “Anyway, that’s Alessia De Luca. The alien in our city,” she joked. The grin on my face froze. My stomach dropped, and for a moment, I thought I’d misheard.

“Run along or you'll miss the bus.” Ignoring him, I stepped out. A sigh escaped my mouth. I smiled at the sight of Christian. He stared down at me from his room's window, waving. “See you later, Chris.” “Cassie!” All of a sudden, my younger brother shouted from where he was - and I turned in that same direction to see my best friend and her older brother, Noah - in Noah's car. “Hi, Christian!” Cassie shouted. Now she looked at me and let out. “Hurry!”

Pietra, with her closeness to my family and her parents' friendship with the Walker family, knows very well the world we live in. Mahjub: It would be your dream, wouldn't it? My death and you could demand control of my country. Pietra is an outgoing Italian with a wonderful sense of humor, at least until something happened that made her somewhat more withdrawn and thinking the world would end the next day. She needs a daily conquest. Pietra: It would be wonderful in a way, and terrible in another. I don't see myself covered from head to toe. But tell me, what do you need from me? I'm at the airport waiting for my flight home, and guess who I see?

Water dripped down my chest, catching the light, trailing across scars I earned in wars Pietro would piss himself dreaming about. I got in his space. Close enough to smell his citrus shampoo and fear. “Are you stalling?” I asked, low. “Because I swear to God, I will gut your fucking spine through your teeth if you’re wasting my time.” His voice cracked. “I’m trying. There was movement. But her trail went cold after the ping from a bookstore in the South Quarters, Pietro swallowed hard. I saw his eyes flicker lower for a second, quick and shameful, before he looked back up. Little fool still blushed when I got too close. Pathetic and Useful.

My jaw clenched and I took in a deep, slow breath before picking up the call. "Hiii, Pietro Giacometti!" The voice on the other side sounded very cheerful, very happy but heavens knew that voice was going to lose every bit of joy when I get my hands on this bastard. "Where is she? What do you want?" I managed to let out through gritted teeth. "Don't be like that, Pietro. I am an old friend, after all. Wouldn't you like to catch up?" "You bastard! I do not give a fuck about who you are but if you hurt Caily, I swear I would hang you and your entire fucking family, as extended as it goes!"