Truman Capote Movie Novels & Stories

Three men and a woman sat on the far side of the table, their laptops open, folders spread neatly in front of them. Bank people. Aileen stepped aside so I could walk in first. I placed my laptop on the table near the screen and opened it with fingers that tried very hard not to shake. The presentation file blinked to life. Blue graphs. Clean charts. Numbers I understood, I forced myself to breathe slowly. The door opened again behind me. I didn’t have to turn to know who it was. The quiet conversations stopped when Raphael Capone entered a room. I mustered up the courage to peek at him. His suit jacket was perfectly pressed, his tie straight, his posture calm but my eyes went straight to his

Viviane’s brows snapped together, “Capone?” “Wife of Vincenzo Capone?” I added, “The head of the Capone Crime Family? The Chicago Outfit? Ring a bell?” Her eyes narrowed, “Wife of—then why the hell was she all over you?” I laughed, “She wasn’t. Trust me, Freckles, if I wanted someone all over me, it sure as hell wouldn’t be her. Besides, if I were actually interested in another woman, you’d know.” Viviane let out a dry laugh, stepping back until her thighs bumped against the edge of her desk. “Oh, really? And how’s that?”

Everything was exactly as I'd left it. Once I was satisfied and everyone had recovered enough to continue, I told them to drive me to the airport. A second later, I changed my mind. "Move over." I slid into the driver's seat. Nobody was going to drive fast enough for me . I started the engine, pulled onto the road, and switched on the news, keeping track of every update surrounding the explosion. The next report made my hands tighten around the steering wheel. "Truman Bruce, younger brother of the late business tycoon Truman Truce, has been found dead inside his holding cell."

The Confession of a Capo Lucien leaned back in his chair, swirling a glass of dark wine. His eyes never left Alexei, who still sat on the other side of the table looking confused, hands tight together as if ready to bolt. “Eat,” Lucien finally said after a long pouse, a command dressed as suggestion. Alexei hesitated, then reached for his plate. Meat, bread, olives, cheese—things he hadn’t tasted in months. He swallowed hard and forced himself to eat, though Lucien's strong words still eating at his stomach.

Anderson] “I don’t have any comments about this matter. We’re very sorry. We just got here and we still don’t know what happened to Trina. As for my daughter and Carter, they should answer that. I’m very sorry but please can you not block the way? We need to go to Trina” Steve said and begged the reporters in a very calm manner.

Thankfully, the boys loathe these fucking Colombians as much as I do. "Come on, Matteo, don't be too serious. You should join the fun because that's what today is about. Either that or you'd be directed to your various rooms and be in waiting until we're ready to fully kick off the meeting." The Capo—Arturo—declares through his breathy laugh and I scoff. Disrespectful fucker.

Truman sat on the wide sofa, calmly smoking a cigar, his posture still carrying the authority of a family patriarch. “Where is Angela?” Leon asked bluntly. Truman lifted his eyelids and said mockingly, “You’ve grown bold. If you’re capable, find out yourself. Why bother asking me?” On the way here, Leon had already sent people to investigate. But the surveillance footage after Angela got out of the car had been wiped clean. It was obvious that Truman had deliberately left only the part showing Angela being taken away for him to discover. He wanted to tell him that no matter how strong he was, he could never escape his grasp.

While I waited at the hospital to get my tubes tied, I came across a question that was blowing up online. [What's the cruelest way to get revenge on a woman?] An anonymous answer sat at the very top with thousands of upvotes. [Easy. Become her best friend, then slowly take everything she's proud of away from her. [I should know. That's exactly what I did to the girl I grew up with. [By the time she realized anything was wrong, her parents already treated me like their daughter, and I outranked her at her own family's company. Her childhood sweetheart, who later became her husband, lost his virginity to me in the house she personally decorated for them. [And those twins she thinks are

At the same time, a sound rang in Wilbur and Tracy's minds. "You two are looking to be killed barging in here. Take this, you poor fools!" The ant-man rode over. His right hand made a fist, and a huge iron hammer appeared in his grasp. Wilbur was about to get up, but Tracy grabbed him by the shirt. "Go on, leave! He's mine, leave him to me!" The same voice rang through Wilbur and Tracy's heads once more. "Your brother Truman has extremely tender meat. I'm sure yours is the same."