Novel & Cerita Rabbid Luigi

“Everything is a process Luigi, soon we'll get the Council off our backs for good, we’ll build the empire we’ve talked about from when we were children,” “That’s a good dream, let’s hope we don’t die before we achieve it,” It was Romeo who spoke this time, he was sitting at the far corner of the room like a fucking creep, looking all depressed and sad. “Wow, that gives me so much hope!” Luigi deadpanned. “What’s your deal anyways? Why are you such a buzz kill recently? Because Rain has refused to fuck you?” Luigi asked with a questioning gaze. Alexander’s fists clenched. No one should think about fucking Rain. Never.

Perhaps your rogue is still out there somewhere, waiting to be discovered. END OF BOOK EIGHT

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

, looking very fierce, rogue, ready to shoot to kill any suspicious person. As long as the people living in this country easily recognize that it is Lida, the only daughter of the gangster Ebus. In this chaotic society, in terms of strength, Ebus only stands at the top of this city. So other forces are always looking for every opportunity to bring down his family.

Rudy rolled his eyes at the man and smirked. "I guess you don't really know Lugh Frankton. Just understand that he's not as simple as he looks, and I don't care about his wealth or women—I want his ring!" "His ring?" The man appeared perplexed. Rudy ignored him and snapped coolly, "I need lackeys, so some thugs will do. For the moment, my presence here must not be known, and Lugh Frankton mustn't find out about my goal—being a thug boss would work for my operation."

"Irina's a weapon I'm shaping. She exists to launder the family's dirty money. Isabella, when did you become this unreasonable? Fussing over a mere tool?" A tool? I scoffed icily and tossed the golf club aside. Then I pulled out an orthopedic injury report and slammed it hard against his chest. "Sorry about that." I met his gaze. "Ten minutes ago, I sent someone to break your weapon's right hand." Luigi's eyes widened in shock. The next second, a large hand clamped around my neck, crushing it hard. My entire body was slammed back against the icy wall. Luigi's eyes were bloodshot, his killing intent unmistakable. It was the same look he'd had when he executed those traitors back then.

And goddess, he’s mesmerizingly handsome. But something about him made my toes curl. Something about him aroused goosebumps on my skin. An exact effect the man from the woods gave me. “Going somewhere?” The deep, velvety voice asked, making me shudder. ALPHA JACOB’S pov Three nights gone and there were still no words from that Alpha. What’s his name again? Right. Alpha Richie, of Westwood Packs. After that night in the woods with his daughter, my life has never been the same. It turned upside down in the best and worst way possible.

I’d deal with it. Luigi flashed me a smile over Carl’s head. Butterflies swirled in my stomach. He was so gorgeous, so charming, so considerate. He was worth it. From there, we went over to the carnival games. Luigi forked out a ridiculous amount of money to let Carl throw some balls at some bottles. He didn’t stand a chance though, since I knew the games were all rigged. When Carl was out of balls, he frowned. “I wanted that teddy bear, right there,” he said sadly.

My fists pummel his face, but he just smirks with each hit, laughing. Everyone gasps, and I know it’s not because of the fight. A heavy crack sounds, which signals Luigi just entered the fucking room and has a hold of his whip. My spine stiffens as I stand straight, realizing I look like the instigator since I was the one on top of Rizzo and punching the shit out of him. “Back away from him, Morales,” Luigi says. I swallow hard and follow his orders, as even I’m not insane enough to stand up to that sadist.

But then, the things they talked about before I left was catching my attention. Who the heck was Don Luigi? Never heard of that name before. If he was someone who worked inside the company, then maybe I would know about it. Or if he was a client that Ricky was approaching, then I would know too. But I never heard anything about this person. I tried to search for that name on the internet but only a cartoon character came up, Luigi the Super Mario's twin brother. Okay, that was a stupid move.