Best Novels About Italy Novels & Stories

"Nonno, meet Bella Ferrari, my fiance and your granddaughter-in-law," Giovanni looked at Aaron questionably. "Your Italian fiance?" He whispered. Aaron nodded. "Her surname is Ferrari, Nonno. That won't leave any place to question. But to answer your question, she is from Cervo, Liguria basically but came to the USA for her studies. Her father was a pastor in the local church there."

I look up at Daniel, a smile on my face. “She is” He nods, looking ahead as we cross the street. We take some pictures, a permanent smile on my face. Italy is absolutely breathtaking and everything I had ever dreamed of. The aura of the people here is so different from anything back home. The smell of the fresh pizza and pasta is mouth watering. The water is a figment of my imagination. The roads and buildings look like paintings or something out of a movie. “What’s going through your head?” Daniel bumps my shoulder.

“The girl.” “The mirrors.” The words crawled through the room quietly. Like poison. Elena lowered her gaze. One man scoffed softly. “Half the ports in southern Italy believe our cargo is cursed now.” Another added sharply, “We lost two investors in Florence over those rumors.” “And rival families are feeding the hysteria intentionally.” Finally, one of the older lords looked directly at Roberto. “You’ve been distracted.” The insult landed heavily. Nobody moved afterward. Roberto slowly lifted his eyes from the paperwork.

And I was fine with that, because it was better to be unwanted than to be trapped. Caterina wiped her face and groaned. “Why couldn’t I have been promised to someone normal? Not the Moretti twins. Everyone calls them devils for a reason. One of them is supposed to be cold hearted, the other… God, they say he’s worse,” She shuddered like she just imagined something terrible. “I’m going to end up buried in their cellar, aren’t I?” I crossed my arms. “You don’t know that.” “All done. I’m going to check up on the event planners now. Don’t get any ideas, Caterina. Be downstairs in five minutes.” I scolded, not wanting to get punished again for her actions.

"Really? But you traveled the rest of Italy. What can you say about it?" I grimaced at his question and sipped my coffee. "It's good." I said and brought down the cup on the table. "I mean, of course, Italy's one of the best countries. It's just that, I wasn't enjoying the rest of my trip." "Hmm," he hummed sexily and chuckled again. "Maybe because you find yourself alone in the middle of an ocean?" I grimaced playfully. "Nope," I shook my head in disapproval.

Anna Italy was a spontaneous place filled with exuberant colors, textures and a mixture of cultures. I read somewhere that it was the home of Socrates and Aristotles. Even in all its grandiose and beauty, I didn't look forward to spending another second here with Jeffrey Roswell who was in my space, in my corner and everywhere my eyes touched. My reason for coming here was the annual meet and greet of the top business holders in the world. I understood why my father wanted me to be in attendance.

Lilibeth Domínguez I'm on my way to a very nice coffee shop I found yesterday in Orvieto, Italy. It's a very peaceful place, and I like it. I've been living here for just over a week now, as I have nothing holding me back in my home country. After the death of my parents, I felt so lonely that I needed to seek a new adventure, but I never thought that what I would experience in the following days would be more than just an adventure.

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Fiction along the lower shelves, wider range than I expected — literary, contemporary, a collection of Italian novels in the original that I pulled out with genuine pleasure. I spent two hours there. Working through my reviews at the desk he had indicated was mine, surrounded by his books, in the apartment that was mine now, on the first morning of being Aria Vitale. At eleven, Luca texted. How’s married life? Don’t answer if it’s boring. If it’s interesting, I need details. I smiled. It’s the first morning. First impressions matter. He made you coffee, right? It was already made when I got there.

He said, walking away to motion to one of his many ‘companions’. “Capo?” She asked innocently as she approached him. “Ah, Anita. Ricordagli perché l'Italia è il posto migliore da visitare.” (Italian for “Remind him why Italy is the best place to visit.”) He told her as he smacked her asš. “Si, Capo.” She replied as she swayed her hips towards me. I gulped down the remaining contents of my drink before placing it on the side table.