Books That Take Place In Italy Novels & Stories

Chapter 273: Shadows Over Sicily Elenas POV The villa in Palermo overlooked the Tyrrhenian Sea like a fortress carved from ancient stone. Whitewashed walls glowed under the Sicilian sun. Bougainvillea spilled purple over every balcony. Olive groves stretched down the hills toward the city below where narrow streets twisted like veins through the old town. We had fled in the dead of night after the first strikes. Private jet. Fake passports. A new life whispered in the wind as we landed on this island of blood and beauty. Vic the Blade still hunted Matteo back where it all began. Let him chase ghosts there. We had cut deeper. Frozen his money. Burned his guns. Freed his girls. Now the real wa

"Oh my God, you guys are going to Italy?"Paige shrill voice caught her by surprise excitement in her voice for their trip, she properly placed the phone between her shoulder and her left ear, looking for clothes to fit the trip, she selected a few free flowy dresses, and her favourites Chiffons pleated pants with matching tops folding it into her luggage. "Yes, I told Gran yesterday and she was ecstatic about it,"she replied Paige "Wow, I have read Italy is a very romantic place, who knows what might happen there?" There was a teasing edge in her voice.

She might have done well. He pulled a seat out for her, and walked back to take the opposite chair. “I am starving,” she said as she unwrapped the warm croissants. He wanted to point out that she was always starving, but thought the better of it. “We will not be alone in Florence,” he said, as they ate. “You think that is really the best place to go? Italy is the capital of your Mafia world,” she said, staring at her food worriedly. “That is exactly why I am headed there. Everyone would think I would be foolish to go there.” He bit into his warm buttery brioche.

He winked at her before leaving the room to retire to his office. She smiled as she pulled Miriam’s book out of her bag and curled up on the sofa. The soft sounds of the city hummed through the closed windows, drifting up the ten floors to her husband’s flat. It was such a lovely feeling. Sitting, reading, loving her life at that exact moment without a single care in the world. She opened her book and flipped to the marked page she had stopped on her last day in Italy.

“You know, I've been to Italy a few times. Most of my business partners are there. Half the Packs, too.” His gaze darkened, like my question stirred memories. Who would have thought that he understands Italian? It has never crossed my mind. My favourite author Marietta, was a werewolf who has her roots in Italy and from the way she talks about her place, I've wanted to go there too. I was about to ask him another question, but his phone rang again. He didn't pick up the first time. He got down from the bed and made his way towards the window and I used that opportunity to admire him. He keeps surprising me all the time.

he teased. I rolled my eyes at his comment. "Just answer the question, dammit!" The smile died off from Luciano's face. With a grave look on his face, he pulled me closer and stared me dead in the eyes. "I'm taking you to Italy, Raven Gonzalez." Crap. This was good news, right? Damian had mentioned that Italy was the birthplace of the mafia. That meant that the purpose of Luciano's trip back was mafia related. Most likely to put an end to the Castello mafia.

I was just looking, the way you do in a quiet moment in someone else's space, taking notes. One book was slightly out of alignment with the rest. It was pulled out and pushed back at a slight angle, the way books look when they've been taken down and replaced repeatedly without quite being slotted back into the correct position. I don't know why I crossed the room. Maybe it was curiosity to know what type of book it was. I pulled it out. It was a novel written in Italian, the spine had worn soft with use. I turned it over in my hands and then opened the front cover, and there it was.

Disclaimer This book is a modern version of the Classic Romeo and Juliet love story and it is therefore set for the most part in Sicily and Italy. The two families involved are Mafia families so some of the script is written in Italian with the English translation in brackets. It does not distract from the story, if you cannot read Italian, read the English! Enjoy!! 'Alessandro, fermati, per favore devo riposare.' [Alessandro, stop, please I must rest.]

“I’ll be in my room.” When she’s gone, the apartment feels still. Quiet. My gaze drifts toward April’s door. I push it open and step inside. The place is full of her life, her little world arranged neatly before me. Posters of Rome, Milan, Florence. Books on Italian language, travel guides, and thick volumes about Ancient Rome.

So he’s an Italian, huh? Giordano nodded, “Like what you’ve said... Still the same. Europe is in my control.” Adam stood up. He went to where the alcohol is while I am just wandering around, fascinated with unique books and literature. My eyes went on the specific. It was called The Doctor by Nikki Sloane. I arched my eyebrows, thinking the owner of this book is probably reading Nikki Sloane’s story. “When are you going back to Italy?”