Best Italian Novel Novels & Stories

“Morretti Men Curse.” Gianna was right. All the Morretti men were assholes, with Enzo the surprising exception. He had been a gentleman both in and out of bed, catering to my needs. “Stop it, Lia.” I chided myself. It wasn’t right to have those thoughts at the dinner table, especially with his one of his brother— my husband—right across me. I took a sip of the exquisite wine I couldn’t name for the life of me, hoping the alcohol would warm me enough to hide my blush.

Loreta showed up with the first course. “Soft black truffle cream with cracker crunchies,” Loreta said, and my eyes widened. “How did you know I liked it?” I asked Alessandro with surprise. “You described such a dinner in one of your most popular books,” Alessandro said, and I looked at him in surprise. “You've actually read my books,” I said in disbelief. “Everything about you matters to me, Chiara,” Alessandro said. “Everything, including what you write. It's interesting to know that your brain can create such magnificent love stories.”

“Actually….I didn't… well I haven't.” “You haven't what?” The title I couldn't read it, it wasn't very clear,” I said hoping I was right, it was an old book after all and there was no title on the thick back so maybe it had faded. “Really? Let me see,” he said, stretching his hand towards me. I handed him the book and he opened it to the front page. “Ooh! La Divina Commedia, it's an Italian classic…how couldn't you read this? It's very clear,” he asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

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Livia said, and her mother Bursted into laughter. All this while valentina just kept glaring at Aurora. 'Why does she get whatever I want,' She taught inwardly. "Can we just eat please" Valentina yelled, making everyone turned to look at her. Her mother rolled her eyes likewise her sister. They knew she hates Aurora, and every matter that has to do with her. "She's right. Let's just eat" Aurora said. Everyone started eating. The food consist of spaghetti bolognese which is one of the famous Intaly food, and one of the best.

TBC Here's a sneak peek at my new book, currently ongoing in Good novel Please do check it out. CHAPTER 1 INTO THE LION'S DEN JASMINE VALE There are two kinds of mornings in my life: the quiet ones, where everything hums with sugar and peace, and the chaotic ones—where my apron’s on backward, I forget the oven timer, and I seriously contemplate crying into the batter. Today, thank the butter gods, is the former. It's just past Six in the evening. Customers were still coming in, taking orders, or getting a late-night coffee for the cold weather. Italy in the winter season is the best thing one could ever ask for.

A total letdown. The library itself was just as disappointing. One section was crammed with Italian law books, dry histories of world wars, and mafia men. The other section was romance novels so ancient they might as well have been written on parchment paper, and it didn’t help that most of them were in Italian, which I couldn’t even read. What did I expect? Adrian having a collection of modern, romance, mysteries, or thrillers? This wasn’t some sappy romance novel where the heroine falls in love with a library.

I was just looking, the way you do in a quiet moment in someone else's space, taking notes. One book was slightly out of alignment with the rest. It was pulled out and pushed back at a slight angle, the way books look when they've been taken down and replaced repeatedly without quite being slotted back into the correct position. I don't know why I crossed the room. Maybe it was curiosity to know what type of book it was. I pulled it out. It was a novel written in Italian, the spine had worn soft with use. I turned it over in my hands and then opened the front cover, and there it was.

She gave him a cold shoulder and continued her hunt before fishing out a book, amused by the title because Nicholas isn’t a man who encourages romance novels. The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco. Don’t tell her, he has hidden interests? She opened the book to see a note inside, written in Italian by Nicholas and a smile adorned her face as she saw his neat handwriting. Nicholas frowned as he moved closer to her, confused about her choice of novels. He thought she is more into Love & Gelato than The Name of the Rose. His suspicions got cleared after few seconds as Clarissa closed the book with a thud and put it back in it’s place, rolling her eyes in disgust.

“You and your inner self. You seemed to be having a very heated and interesting discussion.” “Don’t make fun of my little Italian.” “You called me little Italian?” he couldn’t believe the coolness with which that woman expressed herself. He had a feeling that, if he spent a day alone with her, locked in a house, he was likely to end up gagging her. “Would you rather Italianate? It’s really all the same to me. You think you’re funny and smart, you’re going to tell me you’ve never seen someone talking to themselves?” “I’m not saying I haven’t seen anyone; I’m saying it’s crazy.”