Best Italian Novel Novels & Stories

The vampire woman's eyes sparkle mischievously. “No, it has been many years. I only do it when strictly necessary. Not even a good steak is worth throwing up over”. I sigh. "I miss a good steak, though". "Too bad. Otherwise, I knew a place where they have the best pasta I have ever tasted”. "It is okay. There is still too much garlic in Italian. I'm in Turin. I take a Barolo for the main course and one waitress for dessert”. "Lefu !" She chides. “Better watch out, you've made Giovanni angry enough already. It will not be good for your case, if we have to drive straight back and judge you again”.

Author's POV' The engine hummed low, the only sound filling the air between them. Morning rush on the streets blurred past the windows, but inside the car, silence pressed down like a heavy fog. Elena sat and turned slightly toward the glass, watching the city roll by, her hands folded too tightly in her lap. Many stuffs running on her mind. The first was the excitement of her first day at work after being married to a mafia king. Though Vincenzo still hasn't been claimed as a mafia king, soon he will be announced as mafia king of Italy through a ceremony.

CHAPTER 14 Ms. Grace and another maid, entered Luciana's room with a tray laden with an assortment of Italy's finest dishes: steaming risotto alla Milanese, tender osso buco, freshly baked focaccia, and a simple yet elegant caprese salad. As Ms. Grace approached the bed, her eyes widened in disbelief, and her legs seemed to freeze in a spot. She stood there, her gaze fixed on Luciana, who lay handcuffed to the bed. The tray in Ms. Grace's hands trembled slightly, threatening to overthrow the delicate balance of the dishes.

I nod as he wrapped his arm around my waist and led me into the hotel. We located a seat at the window, and as we settled down, a tall brunette guy approached us. "Prego, sir/ma. What would you like to order?." (Welcome) he asked politely. I checked the menu and settled on the simple Italian dish. "Chicken and pea Risotto." "Get me Bistecca Alla Fiorentina. Gracia." Zavi ordered, the boy nodded and walked away. "So Alice's trying to act nice because she thinks she's gonna take you away from me, didn't you tell her how I killed her devil twin?." I asked suddenly.

"You just got out of work, Bianca. I don't want you to cook when we get home. Let's just eat outside." I took a deep breath. "Fine." He smiled. "I already made a reservation at Il Fornaio." Il Fornaio was one of the best Italian restaurants in the city. "How did you know Il Fornaio?" "I searched for the best restaurants in the city," he answered. "I also asked Mom. She said you like it there. But if you prefer to eat somewhere else, we can go there instead." "No. Il Fornaio's fine." We arrived at the restaurant in twenty minutes.

His sharp eyes followed the other man, all the way back to his seat with Caitlyn’s two female coworkers, then his attention refocused on her. “I did like the basilica and the palace, and looking out from the Bridge of Sighs. I also liked the Rialto Bridge and the marketplace. The Gallerie Dell’Accademia and crossing the Grand Canal over the Ponte Dell’Accademia. Hell, I even liked Murano, even though there was nothing there but glass.” “Oh, please. The only thing besides gelato that you liked about Murano was La Perla ai Bisatei.” Her eyes narrowed as she continued to gaze at the unknown man across the restaurant. “Don’t think I don’t know.”

Then he grabbed his phone and dialled a phone number. "Hi" said the girl in the other line. "Hello Janna, I'm in New York, Can I meet you tomorrow at nine in the morning?" he questioned. "Wow, you never told me that you will be here, I thought you are in LA" she asked. "Just some changes, I'll see you in the Bar Pitti? " he asked. Bar Pitti is one the exquisite Italian Restaurant in New York. It is the top of the line where most celebrities went to unwind and the food is incredibly delicious. Janna loves Italian food.

“Knowing full well that I’m going to ruin it later.” He let out a low chuckle, as I flushed bright pink at his words… Before he pushed his foot down on the accelerator, and began to drive. CHAPTER 19 LORENZO I was taking Amber to a restaurant at the other side of town. It was an Italian restaurant, that served the best Italian food, from risotto, to ossobuco, to polenta, to ribollita, to Fiorentina steak, to lasagna, to bottarga, to pizza.