Novel & Cerita Amor En Italiano

“It’s called the Estrella del Mar. I want to see you, mi amor.” I couldn’t resist that purring voice. “Give me fifteen minutes,” I said.

Amore mio, My heart.

WORD TRANSLATION >il mio amore < >my love < >mio Amato < >my belove

His heart jumped with joy, and he wanted to pull her into his arms and hold her there forever. “I’m honored, amore mio!” Amelia smiled, her cheeks coloring at the endearment he used for the second time since he arrived on her doorstep. She knew what the word 'amore’ meant. It meant love! She understood what ‘mio’ meant. It meant my. She had searched for a way to confess her feelings to him in Italian. It made her understand a few endearments in the language she loved. So, Matteo called her my love in his native tongue!

Amico -Friend Grazie- Thank you Fiore de Venezia- Flower of Venice Calcio della pistola- Butt of the gun

Phoebe stretched up to loosen his tie in a very possessive way. “I can be very generous and forgiven too when I've won. When I’ve got the man of my dreams in my arms,” she said rather smugly. “‘Ti amo, tesoro!’ (Ita for ‘I love you, sweetheart!’)”

I made sure I don't breathe so that I don't ruin his moment. “Ti amo anch'io, Rose.” I felt the blood drain from my face. {I love you too, Rose.} "Uh, are you ok? I'm just asking becaus-" "Stop the car." "I'm sorry what?" "Stop the car. This was my mistake. It won't happen again.” “What?” “Vincenzo I don't know Italian but I know what Ti amo anch'io mean.” He looked at me confused. “Yeah. It means I love you too.” He answered, the nerve of this man!

“Even if you never remember being Vanessa?” “Even then. I love you as Victoria. I’ll love you as Vanessa. I’ll love you as whoever I turn out to be.” Alessandro had kissed me then, soft and sweet under the Roman stars. “Ti amo, my beautiful wife.” “Ti amo anch’io.” The Italian had slipped out without thought. Natural as breathing. Alessandro had gone still. “Did you just…?” “What?” “You answered in Italian. Perfect Italian.” I’d felt a flutter of something.

Skyla says coldly. “It’s fucking facts.” “I can call her whatever I wish. Don’t be fucking petty… Besides, Mi Amor is pretty common where I’m from. However, you might be Italian by ethnicity, but you are a fucking British through and through. You should stick to love, or darling, or whatever shit you use there. Tell me, Lycan, do you know how to say anything more than Amore Mio in Italian?” My mouth falls open, my eyes wide in horror.

"Look at me, please“ I pleaded. His face was angled sideways, his profile bathed in the firelight like a golden halo. He looked as magnificent as a Greek statue. “I want this. I’ve wanted it for a long time now, amore.“ His head turned towards me with curiosity. “Amore? What does it mean?" "It is Italian for love.“ reaching out, I placed my hand on his cheeks. “I love you, Chris.“ He gave me a radiant smile that lightened up his entire face. "I love you too, Nina. More than anything." He kissed me deeply, laying me down on the cushions. As I undressed, the heated look he gave me when he saw my white polka-dot underwear made all my insecurities vanish.