Books That Take Place In Italy Novels & Stories

Epilogue One Year Later — Tuscany, Italy Golden sunlight spilled across the rolling hills of Tuscany, casting long shadows over the stone-paved courtyard of the Black family villa. The air was sweet with the scent of wild lavender and the faint aroma of fresh bread baking in the kitchen.

Alejandro's Pov I’m in Italy. I’m in fucking Italy. It all happened within unsuspecting hours. I was in my bed, lost in thoughts about the woman I can’t seem to keep away from my mind when suddenly, my brother barged in and announced that we were to leave for Italy. That was hours ago. Now, I’m walking into Don Matteo Messina Denaro’s manor, about to meet one of the most powerful men in the underworld. But my anticipation doesn't burn mostly for him, but for his daughter whom I am losing my mind over.

Her name was Annalisa, short for Anna, which she preferred being called, yet she liked it—she liked when he called her Peach. Anna took her lips in, sighing inaudibly as her eyes fell on the books that sat idle on the table. Last night, he had brought the books that she had been trying to reach for that day at the library: Learning Italian for Beginners. Most times, it was his nice acts that made her want to go mad, like that day he took her to the hospital… No! She shouldn’t be thinking about this. She shouldn’t be thinking about him, even if he had burned the necklace Domenico had gotten for her, only to replace it with an exact replica.

Scarlett pulls out four suitcases from her trunk, along with her carry on bag. "Ready to have the time of our lives in Italy!" Scarlett cheers as we walk through the parking lot. "Shh," Rose whines as she buries her face into my neck, "quiet Aunty Scar." "Be nice Rose," I say and she doesn't even move as a response, "don't scream Scar, people will just continue at your crazy self." "I'm just excited to go back to the most beautiful place on earth!" Scar smiles and starts to walk faster, "now hurry up!"

I don't know why, but that young woman reminded me of me, when I was 18 years old, something told me that our lives would cross one day. Now that I'm back in Italy it's a new beginning or the return of the past, a past that I wanted to bury but that is coming to the surface and I'm afraid I won't be able to stop it anymore. TO BE CONTINUEEEE........ BOOK 2 "ITALIAN MAFIA 2/she's still mine NOW AVAILABLE You can find my available information in my profile to be aware of my books, which you can find in Spanish here in BUENOVELA and English in GOODNOVEL.

he said. "Thank you, this is our haven from the hands of the enemy," I replied. "You're right. So, I'll let you know if there's a message from Claire," he said and left me. When Heath was gone, I opened my suitcase and took the only book I brought with me. The Name of a Rose, written by the Italian author Umberto Eco. I haven't even finished from the prime. I couldn't face reading it because of too many works in Paris. I turned to the page where I placed the bookmark.

Now, he wished she’d just relax and enjoy herself with him. It had taken a couple days, but without any other options for entertainment, he’d begun to see the appeal of such a trip. And not merely to an extreme introvert like the Maddox woman. Italy was dripping with history and culture, architecture and art. Its narrow, winding streets and sweeping vistas drew you in, seducing you with the lavish feel of it all. Capturing you with the romance of the place.

* * * * * * * * As they journeyed through the Italian countryside, Luciana's eyes widened in awe. The breathtaking landscape unfolded like a canvas of vibrant colors, with rolling hills, lush vineyards, and ancient cypress trees stretching towards the sky. The sparkling waters of the Mediterranean Sea glistened in the distance, meeting the horizon at a perfect curve. Her thoughts wandered to the stories her Mother used to tell her about Italy's rich history, art, and architecture. She had always been fascinated by the country's cultural heritage, and now, seeing it firsthand, she felt like she was walking through a dream.

I just go so far off I almost forget what it is I’m here to talk about. No, you didn't tune into this book to read about my life in a random Kasi like millions of others in South Africa. You definitely didn’t tune into this book to read about my albinism and my life with it, no. You're here to read about how in the hell a girl like me living in an RDP home in Mabopane, got wrapped up with the Italian Mafia and a very, very dangerous man named Arrigo Gabriele Leonardo. My name is Nyeleti Mabuya- trust me when I say, you definitely want to read this story.

I really hope you'll love the second book as well! Moreover, some chapters in the sequel also contain non-English dialogues with translations. Below is a sneak peek! Enjoy! •••••••••••• BOOK II PREVIEW •••••••••••• I only meant to give him a quick goodbye kiss. For old times' sake. I didn't want to say goodbye to him yet, but I had to leave Italy now and go back to my busy med student life in New York.