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"Born 1985 to a wealthy Neapolitan family. Extremely intelligent, with an IQ of 152; accepted to university at the age of thirteen.
January 3, 2026 at 11:59 PM
"Born 1985 to a wealthy Neapolitan family. Extremely intelligent, with an IQ of 152; accepted to university at the age of thirteen.
Come to think of it, Giorno volunteered to take Trish to the boss. Abbacchio objected, and Buccellati wound up taking her...maybe we should have let Giorno go. If he'd managed to win, maybe none of this would ever have happened.
January 3, 2026 at 11:24 PM
Come to think of it, Giorno volunteered to take Trish to the boss. Abbacchio objected, and Buccellati wound up taking her...maybe we should have let Giorno go. If he'd managed to win, maybe none of this would ever have happened.
When he saw the yacht provided for them, Fugo gulped. It was the same model as the Lagoon Buccellati had owned. He remembered the first time he'd seen the Lagoon...
January 3, 2026 at 10:52 PM
When he saw the yacht provided for them, Fugo gulped. It was the same model as the Lagoon Buccellati had owned. He remembered the first time he'd seen the Lagoon...
The door snapped off, and Fugo went flying after it, crashing into the sea below. They were still awfully high. If he woke, he'd probably survive, if not...Sheila E threw herself out after him. She barely made it. A moment later the helicopter hit the water, and broke apart.
January 3, 2026 at 10:14 PM
The door snapped off, and Fugo went flying after it, crashing into the sea below. They were still awfully high. If he woke, he'd probably survive, if not...Sheila E threw herself out after him. She barely made it. A moment later the helicopter hit the water, and broke apart.
There was nothing false in his tone. It was not an empty threat, not false bravado. Simply the truth. An order – one delivered with authority.
January 3, 2026 at 9:35 PM
There was nothing false in his tone. It was not an empty threat, not false bravado. Simply the truth. An order – one delivered with authority.
Things they didn't want anyone else to hear – thoughts and feelings that seeped into the ground, their guilty and self-loathing trapping them here, haunting the place until Sheila E's stand pulled them to the surface.
January 3, 2026 at 8:56 PM
Things they didn't want anyone else to hear – thoughts and feelings that seeped into the ground, their guilty and self-loathing trapping them here, haunting the place until Sheila E's stand pulled them to the surface.
There was nothing false in his tone. It was not an empty threat, not false bravado. Simply the truth. An order – one delivered with authority.
January 3, 2026 at 8:21 PM
There was nothing false in his tone. It was not an empty threat, not false bravado. Simply the truth. An order – one delivered with authority.
Vittorio's knife hung from his hip, its naked blade reflecting the wall, transferring seventy percent of the damage he was inflicting. Vittorio began beating his head against the wall. Dents began appearing in a totally different wall.
January 3, 2026 at 7:46 PM
Vittorio's knife hung from his hip, its naked blade reflecting the wall, transferring seventy percent of the damage he was inflicting. Vittorio began beating his head against the wall. Dents began appearing in a totally different wall.
“That doesn’t sound very good...” As Trish murmured this, a gust of wind blew the white tulip she had placed in front of the headstone, sending it landing onto the fresh grass. “The Mourning”, closed.
January 3, 2026 at 7:11 PM
“That doesn’t sound very good...” As Trish murmured this, a gust of wind blew the white tulip she had placed in front of the headstone, sending it landing onto the fresh grass. “The Mourning”, closed.
Once he had an area under his thumb, the drug trade he had claimed to be fighting would be an open market for his own drugs. But dealing drugs requires connections in the countries where the raw materials are grown, and importing it is no easy manner.
January 3, 2026 at 6:36 PM
Once he had an area under his thumb, the drug trade he had claimed to be fighting would be an open market for his own drugs. But dealing drugs requires connections in the countries where the raw materials are grown, and importing it is no easy manner.
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A Jojo's Bizarre Adventure novel by Kadano Kouhei
Illustrated and based on the manga by Araki Hirohiko
A Jojo's Bizarre Adventure novel by Kadano Kouhei
Illustrated and based on the manga by Araki Hirohiko
January 3, 2026 at 5:59 PM
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A Jojo's Bizarre Adventure novel by Kadano Kouhei
Illustrated and based on the manga by Araki Hirohiko
A Jojo's Bizarre Adventure novel by Kadano Kouhei
Illustrated and based on the manga by Araki Hirohiko
Vladimir Kocaqi
January 3, 2026 at 5:22 PM
Vladimir Kocaqi
"You mean...?" Narancia said, eyes glittering. Abbacchio clapped his hand over Narancia's mouth to stop him saying more. "You can't just blurt things like that out in front of strangers." "Buccellati's told me a lot about all of you. He says he trusts you all completely."
January 3, 2026 at 4:43 PM
"You mean...?" Narancia said, eyes glittering. Abbacchio clapped his hand over Narancia's mouth to stop him saying more. "You can't just blurt things like that out in front of strangers." "Buccellati's told me a lot about all of you. He says he trusts you all completely."
And when it's raining, he can hide in the gap between the pavement and the water. Ideal weather for him. She was in trouble...yet her grin suggested otherwise. The grin was more of a sneer, really. "You know who I am, Zucchero?" she called.
January 3, 2026 at 4:08 PM
And when it's raining, he can hide in the gap between the pavement and the water. Ideal weather for him. She was in trouble...yet her grin suggested otherwise. The grin was more of a sneer, really. "You know who I am, Zucchero?" she called.
A few years later his family's mounting debts had swollen past the breaking point, and he'd sold himself and his title to Passione. His father aged years overnight, and was now a full-fledged junkie. Addicted to the drugs his son made.
January 3, 2026 at 3:30 PM
A few years later his family's mounting debts had swollen past the breaking point, and he'd sold himself and his title to Passione. His father aged years overnight, and was now a full-fledged junkie. Addicted to the drugs his son made.
"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?
January 3, 2026 at 2:53 PM
"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?
This is a story about people unable to take action. They have no plans for the future, no comfort in memories. The past and the future are not for them; they exist only in the present, struggling to no avail.
January 3, 2026 at 2:18 PM
This is a story about people unable to take action. They have no plans for the future, no comfort in memories. The past and the future are not for them; they exist only in the present, struggling to no avail.
"Fugo," Mista said, quietly. "Show your stand." Sheila E's eyes were even more like daggers. Fugo's face found a new shade of pale. "Show us Purple Haze." "…............."
January 3, 2026 at 1:39 PM
"Fugo," Mista said, quietly. "Show your stand." Sheila E's eyes were even more like daggers. Fugo's face found a new shade of pale. "Show us Purple Haze." "…............."
He was silent. He sat in silence for a long moment, his head down. Then drops started falling on his lap. He was crying. Tears streaming out of both eyes. He couldn't go. Couldn't move forward. Couldn't take a single step. He sobbed.
January 3, 2026 at 1:02 PM
He was silent. He sat in silence for a long moment, his head down. Then drops started falling on his lap. He was crying. Tears streaming out of both eyes. He couldn't go. Couldn't move forward. Couldn't take a single step. He sobbed.
Fugo did not stop to see how he would react. The moment he set foot inside the restaurant, he called out to Buccellati, "I want to feed him some spaghetti. You don't mind, right?" The restaurant owner looked surprised, but Buccellati didn't bat an eye.
January 3, 2026 at 12:28 PM
Fugo did not stop to see how he would react. The moment he set foot inside the restaurant, he called out to Buccellati, "I want to feed him some spaghetti. You don't mind, right?" The restaurant owner looked surprised, but Buccellati didn't bat an eye.
Angelica came wafting over to him, and draped her arms around him. "Aw, Massimo! Why are you always frowning? Are you hungry?" "I'm not frowning." "I've been wondering about something for a looooong time. I think you'd be cute if you smiled. Can you try? For me?"
January 3, 2026 at 11:53 AM
Angelica came wafting over to him, and draped her arms around him. "Aw, Massimo! Why are you always frowning? Are you hungry?" "I'm not frowning." "I've been wondering about something for a looooong time. I think you'd be cute if you smiled. Can you try? For me?"
"Understood. Be careful, Guido Mista." Switching off the receiver, the man – Mista – reached down and pulled a gun out of his boot. With practiced ease, he took aim at the tunnel the players entered from.
January 3, 2026 at 11:17 AM
"Understood. Be careful, Guido Mista." Switching off the receiver, the man – Mista – reached down and pulled a gun out of his boot. With practiced ease, he took aim at the tunnel the players entered from.
This was not a talent given by her stand, but something she had been born with. A sense she had honed as a child, running around the woods with her pet dog. That dog had been her best friend, until the day some local thugs had beaten him to death, laughing all the while.
January 3, 2026 at 10:43 AM
This was not a talent given by her stand, but something she had been born with. A sense she had honed as a child, running around the woods with her pet dog. That dog had been her best friend, until the day some local thugs had beaten him to death, laughing all the while.
"Almost. I can't believe someone like him would ever be part of a team." "Buccellati moved up by earning Polpo's favor," Kocaqi explained.
January 3, 2026 at 10:03 AM
"Almost. I can't believe someone like him would ever be part of a team." "Buccellati moved up by earning Polpo's favor," Kocaqi explained.
I thought about what I should do – and hey, your hairstyle resembled a tulip, so.... It’s a lame joke, but I just felt like it...yeah. She gave a small giggle. She had come here today by chance, as there were things she had stopped in town to do.
January 3, 2026 at 9:27 AM
I thought about what I should do – and hey, your hairstyle resembled a tulip, so.... It’s a lame joke, but I just felt like it...yeah. She gave a small giggle. She had come here today by chance, as there were things she had stopped in town to do.