Stefano My Brilliant Friend Mga Nobela at Kwento

“We stay together. If this is the end, we face it as a family.” Lucas stirred against me, his small hands glowing a bit faint. Even at his age, he seemed to understand the danger. Damon’s expression softened for a second and he said to me, “You’re the bravest person I’ve ever known, Sophie. Never had a mate or a Luna like you.”

"I know you're damaged beyond repair." I jerk back at that. *Damaged beyond repair.* Is that genuinely what people see when they look at me? "And I know you're a playboy who sleeps around," she continues, unbothered. "I don't want to change that about you." "I'm also your brother's friend." She rolls her eyes. "Step-brother."

He says suddenly, once again looking at me. "Do I want to leave my cousins and get out of here where it's crowded to go somewhere else with a complete stranger who probably wants to cut my organs out and sell them to the highest bidder? Ah let me think, I think not." The guy stared at me with a shock expression before he started laughing so hard that I wanted to cower away in the corner of the room. "That's a good one Bella ragazza." He held out his hand and I stared at it, "I'm Stefano Siciliani, please call me Stefan and you are?"

Sliding glass doors led to a balcony that showed a stunning view of the city in the distance—bright lights, so full of stories and interest. "So beautiful." she said again. He dipped his head in silent concession, moving towards the kitchen and pulling a bottle of champagne from the fridge. She recognised the label for its distinctive golden color. He took her martini glass from her and put both their glasses in the sink, then she watched as he unfurled the foil from the champagne bottle and popped the cork effortlessly, grabbing two flutes and half filling them. "Your sister is an amazing friend too," Sasha continued, desperate for something to say in order to fill up the silence, "I don’t

"Zack, it's fine you can leave. I have Lucas and these guys,'' I didn't want to leave permanently. Plus, saying Kevin was here was not as reassuring as she thought. Eventually, I did leave. I would hate to keep her around Kayla when she clearly wasn't happy with her around. "Lucas is really nice," Kayla conversed as we walked to where I parked. "Is he? I never liked him," Kayla linked our arms which made it difficult to watch. "He's nice. That girl is your friend?" I grinned at the mention of Kiki, "My best friend, Kiara. We've known each other for years," Kayla nodded in acknowledgement, "She's pretty," "The most beautiful person I've ever met," I truthfully replied.

That came from Romeo. “Shut the fuck up.” Sebastian spat, but the smile on his face nullified the bite before he unwrapped his arms around me, then took my hand in his. “Come on.” We started to walk down the small stairs before coming face to face with our friends who were staring at us with annoyance dripping on their faces. “Do you really have to shove it up our faces every single time that we are single?" the question was directed at me because Elon had his hazel eyes fixed on me and not anywhere else.

He smiles and then proceeds to l**k his arm with mine “Hey, Mr. Stefunny, get off! Let go of me! don't be insolent.” “If you really had paid attention, you would have realized that it is time for us to move forward and take our place on the improvised altar. My name is Stefano, not Stefunny” he says with a hint of irritation. “That's what I said, Mr. Stefunny”. He lets out a hiss, and I suppress the urge to laugh. ***

Stefani rants on, placing her hand on her heart. Oh I have missed how funny she can be. “I’m so sorry. I will sing it like a song hence forth.” I play along, a genuine smile on my face. “Good.” She smiles. “Start by singing it like a song to…” she turns to look at Ryan and Philemon. “Them.” “Oh my bad.” I turn too, to face Ryan and Philemon. “This is Stefani. She is my friend.” I savor that word ‘friend in my mouth, loving the sound of it.

James, Dante, Bright, Stefan… all under the same roof, and I caught in the middle. “God…” I murmured, pressing a hand to my forehead. Bright watched me for a moment, as if deciding whether to say something else. Finally, he spoke. “Did Stefan tell you anything that could be… important? Something that might have seemed strange at the time?” I thought for a few seconds. “He told me he’d fallen in love with me the first time he saw me. That it hurt when I didn’t call him after our first date… and that it hurt even more when he found out I’d gone out with Dante and with you. That’s…”