Waluigi Luigi Novels & Stories

“I know little one. She was special and that's why I still feel a little defeated for not catching that traitorous. I can feel your anger, having caught the other henchmen, doesn't mean the same as killing the real mastermind of the crime and that reminds me of one thing: “ You know Luigi, one day in a great rage I broke Daddy's favorite vase and ran away so as not to be caught. But after a few hours, when I felt safe, I came back to see if they had found out that it was me. And since it didn't, I felt amazing with the feeling of being smarter than the major force in this house.” “ Was it you?”, he laughed, feeling just as foolish for not having suspected. “ That doesn't matter anymore. The

he thundered and I laughed. "You are Luigi, the famous Luigi. How come you find it hard to find what you want?" I mocked and he clenched his jaws. "Okay." He stepped closer. "I am Luigi and I betrayed him, why? I am a Russian Mafia king and the same is the case for him, he is a mafia boss too. Meaning that he can betray people as well. You saw Carina and two men, One is her one nightstand who happened to be your brother, and guess who else knows about it? Rodion. He found him, hired him to be trained to be a soldier and he hid it from you."

] I am rudely awakened by my personal bodyguard, Luigi, shaking my shoulder so hard I almost fall out of bed. 'Vaffanculo, Luigi, ho appena chiuso gli occhi.' [Fuck off, Luigi, I've only just closed my eyes.] ''Mi dispiace, capo, ma si tratta del Grand Don.' Non vorrai mica metterti nei guai prima della grande festa di questo fine settimana.' [Sorry, Boss, but it's the Grand Don. You don't want to get in trouble before the big celebration this weekend.]

He resolved to send his warning in another manner this time. Luigi groaned, and managed to open his burning eyes. He knew that he could never measure up to his cousin in a fist fight. There was no point trying. But he was pleased that he was getting under his skin, still, he was not going to stop pursuing Olivia. He groaned as he tried to get back on his feet unsuccessfully. He collapsed back to the floor, breaking into a bout of laughter.

But the atmosphere felt uncomfortable. “I have plans of coming to visit my kid brother a day before his wedding. I want to take you away from him,” he reached for the bottle of wine. “Kid brother?” My face twisted in confusion. “Yeah. Leo is my kid brother. It’s a bit complicated.” If the beast was his younger brother, then why wasn't Vogar the Alpha King? Why was the beast holding that position? Vogar twisted the cork of the wine bottle. “Don’t try to do any calculations as to why my brother is holding that position and not me. It's no big deal. He is doing great with it,” he explained, and I nodded my head.

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

And for a moment, everyone went quiet. I turned just as the doors opened again. Dominic Salvatore entered first. Alpha. Commanding. Unmistakable. At his side walked Aria Salvatore, his Luna, his wife, and lover… she was also the mother of his child. Her head was held high, her presence effortless, as if she had always belonged at his side. Whispers followed them, some admiring, some resentful. Luna Isobel’s lips thinned. “The woman who was sold as a slave,” she muttered coolly, “now standing as Head Luna. A slave who became the Alpha’s wife.”

I wanted to see if there would be any form of deceit in his words. ‘He seemed to be speaking sincerely from his heart….’ I noticed. The right man, Luigi, was indeed too young compared to Walter’s age. Almost more than half of Walter’s age was the gap between the boss, Walter, and Luigi, the right-hand man. “I can imagine how hated you could have been,” I said while aiming at Walter’s right shin. “Ahhhh, fuuuck!” Walter wailed in indescribable pain.

But the strange thing was that the wound quickly returned to normal as if it had never happened. "Who are you?" Selina couldn't help but ask. Wolfgang did not answer Selina's question but asked in return. "So, who are you?" He wiped the blood on the knife and folded it neatly into his pocket. “When you tell me your identity, I will tell you who I am.” Selina knew that if she didn't answer Wolfgang's question today, he would not let her leave. “Yes, I am not human. I'm Wolf." Wolfgang wasn't too surprised by Selina's answer. Because from the moment she saw him cut into the flesh, he knew his thoughts were not wrong. If it were an average human, the response would be to scream or run away, rat

They both sat opposite each other, and Luigi was nursing a glass of whiskey in his hand. They were almost at the finish line, any day from now, the Council would call for a proper war…Alexander wasn’t afraid like the rest of them because he had complete faith in his skills and also in the fact that he had severely weakened them. They had no chance against him and his men honestly. They were now under his thumb, same way they wanted him to be. “What have we done in preparation for what’s coming?” Luigi was the first to ask, of course he would ask first. He now had something to lose, he was now a father.