Bellissima! Novels & Stories

“Don’t worry, that’s what’s her usual face every time. It doesn’t mean your employees’ designs weren’t good.” Mrs. Vega was startled and snapped her gaze at the young man. His name is Evan, and he introduced himself as Yumena’s suitor. Somehow, she felt a little relieved at Evan’s words. “Thank you.” She smiled and glanced at Yumena. “You two looked good together.” Evan chuckled and scratched the back of his head, feeling slightly embarrassed. “I heard that often. Thank you, madam.”

She dragged her thumb lightly through the slick leaking down Isadora’s thighs and held it up, glistening between them. “Look at you,” Caterina whispered, almost in awe. “You came so fucking hard for them. Didn’t you? “Dolcezza,” she purred in Italian, “sei deliziosa.” (You’re delicious.)

(Oh my goodness, Sasha your hair. “Li ho cambiati,” (I changed it,) I smile. “Li odi?” (Do you hate it?) “Sono bellissimi, fanno risaltare ancora di più i tuoi occhi.” (It is beautiful, brings out your eyes even more.) “Concordo,” (I agree,) Stormi smiles. “Venite, ho fatto i biscotti al cocco,” (Come, I made coconut cookies.) she says, ushering us all outside.

’ [Are you happy my little Bella? They felt the yacht stir as the engines burst into life and it began to move away from the dock, her answer was to throw herself into his arms knocking him backwards onto the bed and straddle him. ‘Sono felicissima.’ [I am very happy.] She said kissing him passionately her blue eyes alight with fire, ‘Tutto questo è molto eccitante.’ [This is all very arousing.] He said running his hands up her body and settling them at her hips, she grinned then sat up giving the lace tie at the top of her dress a tug, so it loosened and fell to her waist and desire pulsed through him she was naked underneath.

She bobs her head in a nod of approval. “And this. . .this can always serve as our first official date, okay?” I nod, “okay.” "This is perfect," Mirabella whispers, her head on my shoulder. “Life is beautiful. Let’s not forget that.” "La vita è bella," I reply, my voice filled with emotion. Life is beautiful. With my wife in it of course. In this serene, idyllic setting, I know that our love will flourish, and our little family will thrive.

she said sincerely, her eyes sparkling with delight. Bella stepped through the grand entrance of the villa, her eyes wide with wonder at the exquisite beauty that surrounded her. The ornate designs, the vibrant colors, and the subtle scent of Moroccan spices created an enchanting atmosphere that seemed straight out of a fairytale. "Reid, this is... it's incredible," Bella murmured, her voice filled with awe. Reid grinned, pleased with her reaction. "Glad you like it," he said, his eyes twinkling with satisfaction.

Behind her, turquoise waves sparkled beneath a golden sky. Ellaya blinked, trying to hide her surprise. “Looks like you’re having fun.” Annabell grinned. “Guess where I am. You’ll be so jealous.” The camera flipped—revealing a stunning stretch of beach, umbrellas dotting the sand, children squealing in the surf. The ocean sighed in the background, calm and endless. Ellaya squinted, the distant waves pressing against something tender in her chest. “Where is that?” “Brazil!” Annabell laughed, swinging the camera back. “But I miss you! You should’ve come with him. You’d love it here.”

I walked over to her, wrapping my arms around her narrow shoulders, pulling her frame against mine. I kissed the top of her head, inhaling the familiar, clean scent of her shampoo. "I am not sad, Lilibeth," I lied, my voice steady, anchoring the illusion for her sake. "I am tired, and I am stressed, but I am so proud of you, and I promise you, everything is under control." "Fine," she murmured into my shoulder, finally wrapping her arms around my waist for a brief, reassuring squeeze.

“So I can make you come properly. NOTE: “Il tuo sorriso è bellissimo… profumi di paradiso… e il tuo sapore mi fa impazzire.” MEANS Your smile is beautiful… you smell like heaven… and your taste drives me crazy.

(Your girlfriend is beautiful, Alessio. I understood ‘bellissima’ through her strong accent but nothing else so I probed Alessio for the translation. “She said you’re beautiful.” My cheeks warmed and I looked at her again. “Grazie, Martina.” I began to say something in English but her brows wrinkled in confusion so I turned to Alessio for help. “I want to ask her how many months along she is and that she looks really glowy and healthy.” He nodded and relayed my message in Italian. Her face got brighter when he finished talking and she excitedly responded to him.