Bellissima! Novels & Stories

Giovanni raised his head at Bella in an honorable manner. "sono felice di incontrarti finalmente, Bella." (I am delighted to finally meet you, Bella) Bella smiled and spoke in Italian. "Sono felice di incontrarti nel tuo giorno speciale, nonno. Buon compleanno," (I am happy to meet you on your special day, Nonno. Happy Birthday)

"That's beautiful, honey. Jasmine Hyden." "Hyden?!" Juicy joked. "Jasmine Robinson." "That is so mean." He said. "Well, I was going to do this on our one year anniversary but what's three or four more months." He took her hand. "Juicy Robinson, would you please grant me the honor of becoming my wife? Juicy Hyden is such a pretty name. Don't you think, babe? Juicy and Jasmine Hyden…and however many more little Hyden's we decide to create. Would you like to do that with me?"

I assured her "It's fine, your food is on the table" I sat down to a now warm tea and bread , I drank silently. I heard the door push wide open in a noisy manner, "Gracias mo senur!" It was a fake Italian accent. Who is that?.

Do you want to go get something to eat? "No, I don't want to bother you." "No, it's bothering you. You paid for the ice cream, now it's my turn, let's go." Axel got up from the bench. "Okay, fine." She got up too. Alicia walked beside him as he finished the ice cream. They arrived at a restaurant, and when they entered, it was a beautiful place. Its windows had stained-glass windows with beautiful flowers, which let in a lot of light. "Woah! It's beautiful, isn't it?"

“I want this. I want you.” His answer was a low, guttural sound that vibrated through my bones. Clothes became a blur. His shirt fell to the floor. My dress slid over my head in one smooth motion, pooling like a silken shadow at my feet. He drew back just long enough to take me in, his gaze roaming over every inch of exposed skin with a reverence that made me feel both powerful and cherished. “Bellissima,” he whispered, the Italian word wrapping around me like a caress. “My beautiful Emily.”

A smile spread across the face standing so close in front of me that I could hear the rise and fall of his breathing. “Ciao Bellissima” meaning Hello beautiful. It’s the man I met at the door of the club. But most importantly, it’s Don Dada!

No doubt she looks bold and sexy in curls and she definitely knows how to carry it. "Bella" He breathed out and her eyes snapped towards him. She gulped as her stomach churned thinking he caught her. "Short from of Bellissima which means beautiful in Italian... I hope you won't mind if i call you Bella ." He said, he likes her name and doesn't want to call her Amanda. "O_Okay" She gulped trying to calm her erotic Heartbeats down. He walked towards her and she looked up to his perfectly handsome face. Her stomach filled with butterflies when she looked into his amber eyes.

Va bene? < > I'm okay, Zia Benedetta. Thank you so much for being so concerned. I'll go to my room now, and If Sir gets back, tell him that I'm fast asleep. Okay? < >ti amo La mia principessa. < >I Love you, My princess.

- Damien smiled in response and shook his hand. - It's a pleasure to have you here. - The Italian turned his brown eyes to me and smiled. - Where did you get this bella donna? - This is Ellen, my... - I felt his fingers caress my waist. - Company. - It's a pleasure to have you here too. - He held out his hand and I gave in. - Make yourselves at home. The dishes are almost done. Is there anything else you'd like? - Bring me a bottle of your best wine.

he stated with love in his eyes. "I love you more." I replied back. But what's the meaning of bellisima?" I asked him confused. "It means beautiful." he said and smiled. He keep thrusting in and out of me. So from the very starting he thinks I'm beautiful? The thought of it made me smile. I keep wheezing in pleasure and he keep praising me and telling me how much he loves me every now and then. ~The End.