Books That Take Place In Italy の小説・ストーリー

We visited tiny museums, sipped wine in vineyards hidden behind hills, and one night, we shared pizza in a town square lit by hanging lanterns. I didn’t know what scared me more—Aaric’s darkness that came like a storm… or his softness that made me want to stay. And maybe, once we returned to America, everything would go back to how it was—lies, demands, and secrets piling up like garbage under the rug. But in Italy… among wildflowers, golden sun, and old buildings filled with memories, we were just two young people trying to figure out who they really were. And for a while, that was enough.

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Black SUVs glide through the city like shadows, escorting me and the girls away from Florence. I sit between Vincenzo, Nico, and Riccardo, my daughters bundled against my chest, their breaths soft and steady. As the city lights fade behind us, I press a kiss to each tiny forehead. “This isn’t running,” I whisper to them. “This is surviving.” The road stretches ahead. And somewhere beyond it….Belliago waits. Waiting for my kids and I. And I just know it's just a matter of time before I return to Florence with my kids, stronger and more powerful.

<< I promised, and then I put music on through my headphones. Italy was a beautiful country to walk through, and most places looked like they had kept the history alive. Today, the plan was to make it to Piacenza or Cremona, both border cities. Mateo had said to try going for Cremona as it belonged to Alpha Leonardo, while Piacenza was partly owned by the middle territory. So I did what I was told, as I knew Cremona would be the safest place to get some good sleep before I walked into unknown and if rumors were true, dangerous territory.

I need to take time. I remember the small room I entered last time. I slowly opened the door and turned on the lampshade. The books on the table were still scattered. I tried to look and read each one of them. These are all interesting books. Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer, The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, and a lot more. I tried to find something that might help me, but I found nothing.

He didn’t turn to look at me, but he replied. “You are quite predictable,” he calmly said. Predictable, me? We would come back to this by the time I have successfully escaped from your grasp. I nodded, and pushed further “so where are you taking me to?” I asked. He flipped through the pages of the book he was reading “Italy” Hmmm, Italy. Nice. It’s close to home. I moved further “so…what is your son like?” This time, he turned to look at me, as he shut his book close. I guess he was already frustrated?

He's attractive yes and as we all know he's got the money but it still doesn't change how annoyingly overconfident he is. "Ok Luciano well could you move yourself, I have to get to art class. And let’s also not forget how you made me drop my things which are making me exceedingly more late which I have to say I do not appreciate. Please and thank you.” "You know when you meet someone and they say their name it's quite common that you introduce yourself. I never missed this place, Italy was much better." Italy. I had found out that he lived in Italy most his life until his father moved him back here to be with him.

It seemed Luca understood that as well. I had spent the entire plane ride thinking and looking for the loopholes in his plan, so I could fix it. Arriving in Italy as if we were coming on a vacation was the perfect excuse. Many people traveled to Italy every year to visit the sites and revel in the culture. I had never been there. The Russians weren't very fond of sinking their feet into places they didn't have control, for example: Italian soil. But the holiday was perfect. And then people stealing our things was also perfect. We very well couldn't just march into Sole Dorato as new maids. We needed to make sure the background - our background, was clean.

Not in Italy. Right?

The Monticello Arrangement PART 1 Intro; Isotta Monticello is Italy’s quietly dangerous mafia princess not born to gowns and gilded halls alone, but to an empire stitched together from ports, secrets, and old debts paid in blood. She walks the world smiling, bilingual and immaculate, but beneath the silk and diamonds are the iron teeth of a woman raised to survive in a world that devours the soft.