Pietro My Brilliant Friend นิยาย & เรื่องราว

When they reached the kitchen, Lily finally let go of her hand and threw open the pantry door with dramatic flair. “Guess what I still keep stocked just for you?” she announced, her eyes sparkling. She pulled out a bright red bag of kettle-cooked salt and vinegar chips. Maya’s jaw dropped. Then she let out a shaky laugh that turned into a sound halfway between a giggle and a sob. Her hand flew up to her chest as she felt tears sting her eyes. “Lily… you didn’t have to…” she whispered, her voice trembling. Lily stepped forward, serious now, and hugged her again. “Of course I did,” she said firmly. “I missed my best friend. You’re the only person in the world who would finish these with me wit

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend and I would tell you with a straight face absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder is my brother Landon’s best friend, a.k.a a pain in my fucking ass. I met him for the first time when I was six.

Lorenza spoke first. “Lucia, you’re finally here. You were really too impulsive. Women shouldn’t cling to grudges so deeply. Fortunately, Pietro isn’t seriously injured. He’s just angry and needs a simple apology. After this, you can still remain friends.” Zoe—Lorenza’s close friend—quickly echoed her words. “Exactly. Pietro only said one unpleasant thing about you, and you caused him so much trouble? What kind of friend does that make you?”

It was delicious and heartwarming and I refuse to eat this. I'm sure Aurelio would make a much better broth than this. Oh, I don't think I'll ever stop missing him. I think I can say that he was the best friend I ever had. I thought Fabio was my friend, but he betrayed me. He sold us out, so, he was never truly a friend. There's no selfishness in true friendship.

His cheeks tinged with red as she smiled at him. “I thought you might want these,” he said sheepishly. “You seemed sad yesterday.” Serena accepted them, letting her fingers brush his on purpose. “Thank you, Pietro. That’s sweet.” He ducked his head. “You’re different from what I expected.” “Is that good or bad?”she asked. “I haven’t decided yet.” Pietro replied, with a cheeky grin plastered on his face. She laughed softly, the kind of laugh that made men lean closer without realizing they were already falling.

I exchanged the gold bars for a couple of millions. I am not afraid if I will meet those hybrids around, especialy that cab driver. I am now here in the cab lane, my heart pounded. A man approached me, my heart pounded rapidly. IT’S PIETRO! But something’s odd. He doesn’t recognize me. He smiled at me, “Sir? Are you alright?” I looked at him and nodded. “Do you plan to take a cab?” “Oh, yeah. Can you take me to a car dealer?” “I can do that. Hop in.” He said. He was jolly, he was acting normally.

It'd been the two tall, dark and handsome not-quite-strangers who lived in the flat upstairs; the Italian brothers, Pietro and Paulo di Something or Other, whom I’d been fancying —as unobtrusively as I could — since they’d moved in a couple of months ago. ‘I’m sorry about that,’ I muttered when I opened the door again, my bathrobe securely sashed across my naked and still damp breasts. I don’t usually slam the door in my neighbours’ faces. But I was expecting someone else and you gave me a shock.’ ‘I am very sorry if we frightened you, Signorina Foxton,’ said the taller one, Pietro, who spoke such exceedingly good English that his diction was better than mine was, ‘but we have a serious prob

“Your land? How quaint. You’re not in a position to make demands, Roy. I think you’ve mistaken yourself for someone with power.” “I’m not mistaken,” I replied, my voice steady. “You’ve underestimated us. You think this is just a diversion? You have no idea what’s coming.” “Ah, the famous bravado of the Salvatore heir,” he sneered, his eyes glinting with malice. “But I know exactly what’s coming. I’ve watched you stumble through every decision, and I’ll enjoy watching you fail today.” The tension between us crackled like lightning in the air. Fenriz stepped forward, his warriors following suit, encroaching on our space. “Tell me, Roy, do you truly believe you can outsmart me? You and your lit

I suggested. Diego laughed at my words, his eyes lighting up with amusement. “That would be quite the sight to see,” he responded. “But I have only tried once and paid the price for it.” I could see the pain in his eyes as he spoke, hinting at a past betrayal or failure that still haunted him. “Because of you wolves, I lost everything I held dear,” he continued, his voice filled with bitterness. “I will never trust any of you again.” Diego’s voice trailed off, his expression hardening as he turned away, leaving me to ponder the weight of his words and the depth of his wounds.