Books That Take Place In Italy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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?”

​But the peace of a Thorne is always a fragile thing. ​On the fourth morning, I went to the small library in the back of the villa to find a book. The room was cool and dim, filled with leather bound volumes in Italian and Latin. As I ran my fingers along the spines, my hand caught on a small, silk wrapped package tucked between two histories of the Medici family. ​My heart hammered against my ribs. I hadn't put it there.

The private jet touched down on a small, private airstrip nestled in the Italian countryside just as dawn began to paint the sky in soft pinks and golds. Elena stared out the window, her heart heavy with exhaustion and quiet dread. The landscape was beautiful — rolling hills, ancient olive groves, and distant mountains — but it felt like the walls of a beautiful prison closing in around her.

Just like she said, Rafael and Leone were already seated at the table with stern, not so welcoming sneers on their faces. Maybe it was the fact that I had finally orgasm’ed—no thanks to them—but it was easier to ignore their annoyingly handsome faces as I sat down beside their sister. Dinner in the Morretti mansion was a more intimate affair than i had imagined. Somehow, sweet smelling candles had been lit giving the room a golden glow, and asides from the outrageous amount of food laid out that the chef must have painstakingly spent hours making, there was a kind of romantic feel to the whole thing.