Vongola Novels & Stories

"So let me lay my cards on the table, and you tell me whether I have the game right." "Go on," Isabella said, setting down her cup. "Dante Romano owns a company called Romano Imports. On paper, it sells furniture and olive oil." Leone held up one thick finger. "In truth, it moves guns, and they leave Rome in crates of marble tile and arrive wherever Gianna Vitale wants them." The name made her flinch. "You know Gianna."

Faces hardened by loyalty, betrayal, and survival. A woman stepped forward—a new player in the game. Her name was Rosa “The Viper” Vivaldi. Slim, quick, and deadly with a razor-sharp mind and a reputation for getting things done quietly and efficiently. “Boss,” Rosa said, dropping a dossier on the table. “The Moretti front businesses are moving more money than usual. They’re cleaning cash faster than we can trace.” Kai leaned over, scanning the reports. “So Alessio’s preparing for a big move.”

I blurt out maliciously. I want her to feel uncomfortable, to piss her off. She puts the book aside, stands up, and with a look of smug satisfaction, stops in front of me. I tower over her by a couple of heads, but she has determination. I can acknowledge that. “Let me tell you one thing, Di Sante: Fuck all you damn want. You can screw half the city of Florence.” She continues, her eyes shining with a promise. “But the day… listen to me closely, the day I catch you doing it, say goodbye to your dick because I will cut it off myself.”

“They're all dead.” “Are you a cop?” My breath rasped in my throat. “Who are you?” “Marco Vitale.” He said coolly. His eyes remained on me like he wanted to catch my genuine reaction. “Like…you mean…the Black Requiem? The infamous Italian mob boss—Marco Vitale?” He grunted a deep approving sound from his throat. “You're well informed.”

"The games I play usually end in blood." Ivan didn't dare move, just glared at me. "Do you have any idea who you're messing with?" I smiled, about to say something. Just then, the crowd parted. A man in a black silk shirt strolled over, oozing a dangerous, magnetic charm with every step. He had the classic profile of an Italian man—deep green eyes, dark brown hair that was just the right amount of messy. Victor Bellini. The Godfather of Italy's largest mafia family.

vamp (plural vamps) Noun A flirtatious, seductive woman, especially one who uses sexual desire to exploit men. [ca. 1915] ~ A certain group of strippers are forced to reunite under tragic circumstances. When one of them is found murdered in her home, the five of them come together to form an ally, their aim, to bring the killer to justice. But somewhere along the line, they find their lives entangled each in a bigger mess.

“I wanna ask something.” “Don’t make it too complicated to answer,” she said giving me a worried expression. “Don’t worry, it’s just simple.” “Okay, spill.” “What kind of a being is Angelo?”

I tilted my head to the side to stare at my mother and father who were seated at the front row. Their eyes were happy and filled with hope, a little look of confusion included, seated next to them were his parents who also had that look of pride on their faces. I turned my eyes back to focus on Philip who had the 'I know what you're thinking but don't try it' look on his face. Taking a deep breath I began monotonously, "I Giordana Eleanor Quinton, take thee..." The vows left a bitter taste on my tongue when I completed them. We exchanged the rings and the minister said,

“That is the wooden basin of the gods’ wine. It gives the gods immortality and power. A normal human can be immortal and possess power with just a sip of that wine. But it was guarded by the Crelts before, a giant blood-thirst creature who looks like a boar except for the fact that it can stand with its hind legs. It only answers to the gods. But when the Nromais was destroyed, the Crelts mysteriously disappeared. ” Ellaine remembered the incident in her house before. “Maybe the monster that assaulted me was his servant. He ransacked our house searching for Nromais.” “That is likely so because he also wore the same black robe which is the Dark Child’s symbol. The Nromais was the box he held.

The two of them clasped their chins with their right hands, waiting for Loui's story to continue. "Damien was at the boutique first and followed us. Unfortunately, it turns out that all the shop assistants are Damien's troops." Loui said plainly. Luca frowned, making the bases of his eyebrows knit together. "Since when did you know about the shop assistants?" investigate Luca. Loui shrugged and replied, "Before entering the shop I already smelled the scent of a minor vampire. Since it only smelled faintly, I decided to continue with my plan, buying Malia a pretty dress."