Heartwood
Heartwood | One: The Hermit
Rosalia Cavalcante goes to a cabin in the woods to meet the man who’s asked her to write his biography, but he’s not what she expected.
Heartwood
Heartwood | Lia’s Story So Far…
A summary of Lia’s story so far before Heartwood properly begins.
Generation 1 Rewrite
Monte Vista Stories | 1.4. The Hitman
Vittoria employs a novel tactic to get out of Carlo’s house for a while.
Generation 2
Monte Vista Stories | 2.25. Rainy Days
Gina gets together with Doriano, but Carlotta makes sure she sees him for what he is.
Generation 2
Monte Vista Stories | 2.13. Smile
Enzo has a stressful evening between managing his future brother-in-law, his sister, and two criminals.
Generation 2
Monte Vista Stories | 2.12. Yet Another Buyer
Regina is plagued by apologies and Enzo has some unfortunate news.
Generation 2
Monte Vista Stories | 2.11. Repeat
Regina gets into yet another argument with Enzo, but this one doesn’t end how she expects…
Generation 2
Monte Vista Stories | 2.5. A Lesson on Wealth
Gina meets up with Enzo, but it doesn’t go to plan. Instead, she learns an important lesson.
Extras
Monte Vista Stories | Generation 2 Characters
Hi guys, it’s a character bio kind of day to me – that’s just the mood I’m in. However, pretty much all the other character bios are literally full of spoilers, so for now I’m only releasing the three Mancini kids. I’m not going to include characters who were introduced Read more…
Monte Vista Stories
Monte Vista Stories | 1.18. An Offer to Refuse
Lucia looked so much like a normal person, you wouldn’t have thought she’d had her husband killed and had attempted to do the same to her daughter. She didn’t look like someone who would control an entire gang from the shadows, she didn’t look like she could start gang wars and tear families apart. But that was her.
“Lisa, lighten the fuck up,” Lucia said. “You wanted to talk, so let’s talk.”
“Cool, let’s. I’d like to ask you to not stab me. When you get around to murdering me, get a fucking gun and get it over with quickly. I hate being stabbed.”
Lucia let out a heavy sigh and rolled her eyes.
“Okay, time for a lesson…” she strolled over to the dresser in the room and leaned nonchalantly against it. She didn’t even look at Vittoria while talking, opting rather to study her nails. (more…)