Amor En Italiano Novels & Stories

I whisper. There’s a split second where Alessandro’s eyes widen. Then, he’s kissing me. I kiss him back, matching his need with my own. His hands are on my waist as he turns me, then I’m straddling his lap, my knees sinking into the criminally soft couch on either side of his hips. “Alyssa… amore mio…” Alessandro whispers against the skin on my neck. Amore mio. My love.

She added while brushing her hair. “Just be careful with him. He sounds like someone who will make you miserable.” “Heck no! Antonio can't hurt a fly. He speaks like someone who needs so much…” “You don't stay with him,”Camila interrupted, helping her with her heels, “He's married with kids and yet, he needs you as a mistress.” “It's normal for any Italian man to want a mistress. I mean, they all do it. Most Italians want a mistress who can support them.” Amora said, shrugging. She was done dressing up.

He gently tapped Vinci’s shoulder. Vinci told him that Las Casas de Amore was finding eligible bachelors to match one of the bachelorettes from the Las Casas. It meant that the eligible bachelor will spending at least 2 months to take a risk in having a whirlwind romance. It’s once a blue moon opportunity since Las Casas de Amore was only opened for women. Maybe, it’s already a great opportunity to find what was his looking for--- a wife! “If you want sir, I can give you my slot for it.” Vinci said with excitement. “Boss Bobby, I know that you will not resist my offer because you’re a bachelor for almost 3 years.”

Translations: Fanculo- fuck Ti amo- I love you Bella- beautiful Amore- Love Caro- dear Bambino- baby perfetto- Perfect Prego- you're welcome Il mia bambino- my baby Madrè- Mom

She looked over to Luca. "Who is he, and why does he keep staring at me?" ****** Italian Vocabulary Amore means love. "Quindi sarà così che andrà?" means "so that's how it's going to be then?"

“I just wanted you to know how much you mean to me, how beautiful and pure your soul is. Goodnight, Amore.” It's so sweet of him; should I text back? But I could swear it's spelled ‘amor’ and not ‘amore’, I thought. “Hey hermoso, since we're doing a little language speaking,^(laughing and blushing emoji^) I love how you reassure me and make me feel; thank you.”. A new reply came in: “There's amore; it's Italian for love.” “Some months back, I didn't want to be in the same room with you, but right now, I wish I was in your arms.”

she said, without glancing up at him. "I like looking at you," he responded calmly. "Sometimes you take my breath away." ‘Sex.’ She named it dismissively. "You want more than sex from me?" That focused her attention, though not her eyes, on him; she kept them carefully lowered. "My French isn’t good enough to read most of this," she murmured, indicating the menu. "You are going to have to translate." "Ti amo," he said. "It means I love you." The way Charley jerked in response, she almost knocked the glasses over. "That was Italian." Her eyes lifted, wide and wounded, to his. And don’t make fun of me, Dami—" even she could hear the pained shake in her voice "—or I walk."

I will not die today. I turned around and made for the door, hoping he was too high to chase me, but he was at the door before I had even taken the steps. Curse his super-human speed. “No, no…amore…” “Amore?” “East European…” he smiled. “It means…my love.” I knew he was being coy, so his flirtatiousness didn’t get to me. If anything, it made the hairs on my neck stand. He could kill me in a flash.

he replied with a dismissive wave of his hand. I rolled my eyes. “You seriously need to let go of that ego.” Instead of responding, he leaned forward slightly, murmuring something low and soft in Italian. “Se tu vuoi che ti ami, fa’ che ti brami.(If you want me to love you, let me crave you.)” His voice dropped like silk, the words brushing over me like a caress I wasn’t prepared for. I froze, my fork hovering above my plate. “What… was that?”

“Come on, it’s A far lamore something—“ She shrugged her shoulders, not very fluent in Italian too. “A Far L’Amore Comincia Tu” Someone chimed from behind and Sofia flashed a smile at her. “It means be the first to make love” Came a reply and Sofia was a little too invested that she asked. “What does that mean?” A crinkle appeared between her eyes.