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"No, seriously, I heard you got an award for volunteer work. It was in the newspaper." "It wasn't intentional!" Ordinary conversation, an everyday dinner. So why did it feel so precious?
November 19, 2025 at 6:12 AM
"No, seriously, I heard you got an award for volunteer work. It was in the newspaper." "It wasn't intentional!" Ordinary conversation, an everyday dinner. So why did it feel so precious?
Breathing heavily, Vittorio ran through the Duomo. His eyes were fixed on the deepest part of the cathedral, where the relics of Saint Lucia were venerated. It was not this shrine he soughed, but the blocks in the wall next to it. "7, 3, 4..."
November 19, 2025 at 5:39 AM
Breathing heavily, Vittorio ran through the Duomo. His eyes were fixed on the deepest part of the cathedral, where the relics of Saint Lucia were venerated. It was not this shrine he soughed, but the blocks in the wall next to it. "7, 3, 4..."
You have the power to make a future, to work for a purpose. Will you use your talent to make his dream a reality?" He spoke in measured tones, nothing like his usual manner of speech. Like he was repeating verbatim something someone else had said to him.
November 19, 2025 at 5:04 AM
You have the power to make a future, to work for a purpose. Will you use your talent to make his dream a reality?" He spoke in measured tones, nothing like his usual manner of speech. Like he was repeating verbatim something someone else had said to him.
The pavement was wet from the rain. She crouched down, staring at a stain. She leaned in, and sniffed. She did not touch. She kept her eyes open. On her guard, mindful of her surroundings. No closer to it than she needed to be. She checked it again, and again, then nodded.
November 19, 2025 at 4:29 AM
The pavement was wet from the rain. She crouched down, staring at a stain. She leaned in, and sniffed. She did not touch. She kept her eyes open. On her guard, mindful of her surroundings. No closer to it than she needed to be. She checked it again, and again, then nodded.
"I know you weren't trying to punish Illuso. But you did. I owe you and Giorno more than my life is worth. I know that. But..." A pained expression crossed her face.
November 19, 2025 at 3:53 AM
"I know you weren't trying to punish Illuso. But you did. I owe you and Giorno more than my life is worth. I know that. But..." A pained expression crossed her face.
"We came here to be sure, and now we are. Let's go." They headed for the yacht waiting in the harbor. The only way to Sicily during a strike was to use a privately owned vessel.
November 19, 2025 at 3:16 AM
"We came here to be sure, and now we are. Let's go." They headed for the yacht waiting in the harbor. The only way to Sicily during a strike was to use a privately owned vessel.
Mista’s entire body was shaking and trembling, but – with a habit that was deeply instilled in him, his pistol didn’t move an inch. No matter how shaken he was, he was a formidable gunman who always kept his aim. “You...who the fuck do you think you are?!” Mista shouted.
November 19, 2025 at 2:40 AM
Mista’s entire body was shaking and trembling, but – with a habit that was deeply instilled in him, his pistol didn’t move an inch. No matter how shaken he was, he was a formidable gunman who always kept his aim. “You...who the fuck do you think you are?!” Mista shouted.
But traitors emerged, and tried to uncover his identity, which got an innocent girl mixed up in mob affairs, and nearly led to all out war...so he saw no further reason to hide, and revealed himself at last."
November 19, 2025 at 2:01 AM
But traitors emerged, and tried to uncover his identity, which got an innocent girl mixed up in mob affairs, and nearly led to all out war...so he saw no further reason to hide, and revealed himself at last."
"I'm calling this right now – I won't be fourth in command." Then they'd all laugh. Fugo could almost see them. They seemed much more real than he did. Yet none of them were here. Only he was. And he couldn't accept that.
November 19, 2025 at 1:25 AM
"I'm calling this right now – I won't be fourth in command." Then they'd all laugh. Fugo could almost see them. They seemed much more real than he did. Yet none of them were here. Only he was. And he couldn't accept that.
If he gets within five meters of Purple Haze, he's done for, no matter what – I doubt his stand will make any difference, and I don't imagine that's his plan. So he must be preparing a ranged attack. What I have to do is somehow close that gap, and get within range.
November 19, 2025 at 12:50 AM
If he gets within five meters of Purple Haze, he's done for, no matter what – I doubt his stand will make any difference, and I don't imagine that's his plan. So he must be preparing a ranged attack. What I have to do is somehow close that gap, and get within range.
As he fell forever, Fugo felt an urge rising within him. An rigid, stoney urge, that entombed his heart, allowing nothing else in. Filling his very soul.
November 19, 2025 at 12:15 AM
As he fell forever, Fugo felt an urge rising within him. An rigid, stoney urge, that entombed his heart, allowing nothing else in. Filling his very soul.
Fugo could barely hear him, but was too pissed off to care. "Whatever. She's his daughter, he can do what he wants. He has his reasons, I'm sure. It's got nothing to do with us. All we had to do was close our eyes! I don't see why that's so damn hard."
November 18, 2025 at 11:38 PM
Fugo could barely hear him, but was too pissed off to care. "Whatever. She's his daughter, he can do what he wants. He has his reasons, I'm sure. It's got nothing to do with us. All we had to do was close our eyes! I don't see why that's so damn hard."
One wrong step on this rocky ground and you'd fall, but she never put a foot wrong. It was like watching a mountain cat or a ninja.
November 18, 2025 at 11:04 PM
One wrong step on this rocky ground and you'd fall, but she never put a foot wrong. It was like watching a mountain cat or a ninja.
The man on other end of the line stepped forward into the empty seats, and waved at the blimp overhead. A light flashed; they'd seen him. "Keep a close watch. Like I said, anything happens to me, scram."
November 18, 2025 at 10:29 PM
The man on other end of the line stepped forward into the empty seats, and waved at the blimp overhead. A light flashed; they'd seen him. "Keep a close watch. Like I said, anything happens to me, scram."
Muttering, she tried to stand, but staggered, her legs not supporting her. She was forced to lean against the wall for support, half-crawling out of the darkness, out of the room.
November 18, 2025 at 10:29 PM
Muttering, she tried to stand, but staggered, her legs not supporting her. She was forced to lean against the wall for support, half-crawling out of the darkness, out of the room.
The words tumbled out of him. Fugo glanced at Sheila E, but she just scowled, and said nothing. He shrugged, and tried to go in without knocking. But the door was locked, and didn't open.
November 18, 2025 at 9:50 PM
The words tumbled out of him. Fugo glanced at Sheila E, but she just scowled, and said nothing. He shrugged, and tried to go in without knocking. But the door was locked, and didn't open.
The rude customer realized a crowd was gathering, and gave up the fight, grumbling to himself. The captain beckoned Fugo and his brothers on board. "My son will be happy to help you kids out. Bruno!" "Yes, Dad?" A bright looking boy came out of the cabin.
November 18, 2025 at 9:16 PM
The rude customer realized a crowd was gathering, and gave up the fight, grumbling to himself. The captain beckoned Fugo and his brothers on board. "My son will be happy to help you kids out. Bruno!" "Yes, Dad?" A bright looking boy came out of the cabin.
Massimo Volpe
November 18, 2025 at 8:41 PM
Massimo Volpe
"On that day, Sicily was a battlefield. The allied forces had landed in territory controlled by the Fаscists and the Nаzis. There was fighting everywhere. The Nаzis never seriously intended to hold the island. They only fought to cover their retreat.
November 18, 2025 at 8:03 PM
"On that day, Sicily was a battlefield. The allied forces had landed in territory controlled by the Fаscists and the Nаzis. There was fighting everywhere. The Nаzis never seriously intended to hold the island. They only fought to cover their retreat.
He was more a forward- thinking realist. He warned against over-thinking things, and advised people to do what they could with what their reach extended to." "That's quite a theory." "Not what you expected from a fisherman's son?"
November 18, 2025 at 7:25 PM
He was more a forward- thinking realist. He warned against over-thinking things, and advised people to do what they could with what their reach extended to." "That's quite a theory." "Not what you expected from a fisherman's son?"
He saved a boy named Narancia from being sent to prison for a crime he'd been wrongfully accused of, and he persuaded a policeman named Abbacchio that he was better off staying clean and not accepting bribes. Both joined their number.
November 18, 2025 at 6:46 PM
He saved a boy named Narancia from being sent to prison for a crime he'd been wrongfully accused of, and he persuaded a policeman named Abbacchio that he was better off staying clean and not accepting bribes. Both joined their number.
This was not a voice that could ever be taken as insulting, or gossipy. Sheila E looked confused. Kocaqi leaned his head to once side, watching her. "I see," he said, utterly calm. "Your stand digs up the source of people's guilt, and you use that to rattle them. Too bad."
November 18, 2025 at 6:09 PM
This was not a voice that could ever be taken as insulting, or gossipy. Sheila E looked confused. Kocaqi leaned his head to once side, watching her. "I see," he said, utterly calm. "Your stand digs up the source of people's guilt, and you use that to rattle them. Too bad."
The library was not open yet, so the lights were off. Pericolo picked his way through the darkness. The librarians knew better than to interfere with gang business, and made themselves scarce when he was here. There was no sound anywhere. No sound save the echo of his footsteps.
November 18, 2025 at 5:34 PM
The library was not open yet, so the lights were off. Pericolo picked his way through the darkness. The librarians knew better than to interfere with gang business, and made themselves scarce when he was here. There was no sound anywhere. No sound save the echo of his footsteps.
She asked it bluntly, but Trish didn’t hesitate. “He was – an awful person,” she answered immediately. “Even though he rescued me from hopelessness and wanted me to keep my will to live, in the end – I just got abandoned,” she said with a wry smile.
November 18, 2025 at 5:03 PM
She asked it bluntly, but Trish didn’t hesitate. “He was – an awful person,” she answered immediately. “Even though he rescued me from hopelessness and wanted me to keep my will to live, in the end – I just got abandoned,” she said with a wry smile.
Sheila E didn't look back. Instead, she started sniffing the air. "That smell..." "What?" "It smells like vomit. But if the stomach acid is this heavy, rotting, but not fermenting...it must be..."
November 18, 2025 at 4:29 PM
Sheila E didn't look back. Instead, she started sniffing the air. "That smell..." "What?" "It smells like vomit. But if the stomach acid is this heavy, rotting, but not fermenting...it must be..."