Best Novels About Italy Novels & Stories

With a smile of nostalgia, I rub my palms together, taking a moment to savor the essence of Italy. "Ah, living in Italy is like waking up to the aroma of olives and freshly baked bread in the morning, the tantalizing scent of rich Italian cuisine lingering in the air throughout the day. It means being serenaded by the gentle chime of church bells in the distance and strolling through streets adorned with colorful flowers. It's about indulging in gelato on warm summer evenings and savoring the easy access to world-class varieties of exquisite wine, especially here in Tuscany. And let's not forget the high-quality craftsmanship of Italian fashion and footwear—it's truly unparalleled." "Wow, th

Mariana Adams' Point of View During the time that I spent with Ares over the course of our voyage here in Italy, I reverted back to the state of a little child who desired nothing more than to explore the world. It should not come as a surprise that Italy is such an excellent country. There are a lot of people who are willing to make your acquaintance, and his guards didn't focus their attention on me since I told Ares that it was making things a little uncomfortable for me on my end.

Faust Francesca shined at dinner. I had rarely seen her so excited, so happy, and I liked seeing her like that. As we ate, she entertained us with stories of growing up, as well as her adventures so far in Italy – clean, of course. Her sisters didn't know about the kidnapping, and I wondered if she would tell them what happened. “The gelato in Rome was the best I've ever had,” she said. “You've certainly tasted enough,” my son said with a smile, which made Francesca pick up a bagel and pretend to throw it at him.

‘This book is about the Italian Mafia, which is based mainly on the Italian mainland and Sicily. As such, when the main characters talk to each other sometimes it is in Italian, if you do not understand Italian I have translated the words into English in the brackets. The Italian speech is to make the storyline more authentic and I believe it enhances it. It will not distract from your enjoyment of the plot or the characters. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you

I cursed, stomping my boots hard against the frozen ground. Snow crunched beneath my feet, sharp and loud in the silence. The cold bit through my coat, but it did nothing to cool the rage burning in my chest. This was the third time. The third time I had tracked those bastards called the Bloodhounds, and just like always, they vanished at the last possible minute. These people had turned Italy into a slaughterhouse lately. Hijacked shipments. Burned routes. Killed men without mercy. Every dirty crime you could think of.

Italy. The country where Ayah's dream lay. Her heart used to strive to reach the beauty of Italy every second after she saw the miseries of her own life. She loved Italy. Not only for its beauty but also because of the beautiful people who were so loving. She once heard that when Mia visited Italy, she was scared of getting lost only to be guided every second by the natives. She always heard of them but never got a chance to visit nor could she afford that luxury. She was barely covering her expenses. She thought maybe one day, she will do something big. That will lead her to her dream destination.

"God! Please help me!" She facepalmed herself and stared out of the window. She noticed that Italy follows a standard Mediterranean climate with a hot summer and pretty mild winds, nothing like New York. It gave a refreshing look over the city. Eva found Italy really beautiful. It was like she couldn't take her eyes off the beautiful country and its city. It took her a few hours before reaching the location Elena sent her. Getting out of the cab, her eyes widened watching the huge glass building. She wasn't expecting this.

Something else makes her feel like Lu wants to keep using her for collateral damage, for he should have sold her out to his uncle, Zeno, who offered Gold, money, or drugs. She has heard Mafia, common in Italy, Us, and random romance novels she had read so far. She had even browsed about them to see they also lock humans to sell as slaves, they deal with drugs openly and kill whosoever gets on their way not kidnap a poor girl struggling to survive with her brother.

His family needed more land to build more vineyards and to dominate the wine industry in Italy and the Russo needed all the money and newfound status to rid themselves of all the cases leveled against them Claims of money laundering and stolen properties were rife in Italy amongst the rich and the Russo's needed influence and power that might sway influential people to back them up. Even as Leonardo drank his juice, he could not help but feel sickened that he was part of that this family and that he would also be joining another family with even bigger problems than that of his own. 'Mio figlio, would you not be having any wine, I mean we took the liberty of purchasing the best wines from yo

The boys wriggled excitedly beside her, strapping themselves in with Alessandro’s help. "Mama, Mama," Matteo chirped, tugging at her sleeve. "What's Italy like?" "Is it big?" Antonio added, his brown eyes wide. Antonia laughed softly, smoothing their hair back from their foreheads. "Italy is beautiful," she said. "There are old cities made of stone, and streets that wind like rivers. There are mountains and oceans and vineyards as far as the eye can see." "Are there toys?" Matteo asked seriously. Antonia smiled wider.