Novel & Cerita Booktok Italia

“No....please! Don’t hurt him! He’s only helping me here. Please, I’ll.....I'll pay, I’ll give you whatever you want, just stop this!” The taller one, sweat on his brow and dust on his jacket, threw his head back and laughed. “Pathetic. This is Dante Lucchese’s wife? Hiding in a pile of torn books like a rabbit?” Another leaned against the shattered counter, pointing a finger at me as if testing the edge of my fear. “What kind of man leaves his woman alone, eh? In a bookstore, right at the border. Does your husband even care, bella? Or are you just his ornament?”

The words are written in Italian: ‘IL BROKER È PIÙ VICINO DI QUANTO PENSI.’ (The broker is closer than you think.) My eyes blaze. “What the fuck is this supposed to mean?”

Her electric blue eyes sparkle with delight as she sees me caring so much about her. "Any way, that's not why I called you, I need you to go to the book store and get me a book" she says while walking over to me and giving me a paper with the name of the book on it. I take it from her and kiss her cheek. "Certo mamma" (Of course mom) I drive through New York, in my white Maserati, to the book store mamma told me to go. I walk in and head straight to the section where the book might be. I finally get the book and head to the cashier to pay for the book.

Finally, I definitely could do with another because the tension from across the room had me wanting to be intoxicated. Another five minutes had passed and Laura was not at the restaurant. My stomach was starting to rumble from the smell of the delectable aroma the restaurant gave off. Laura had recommended it, but I have never been to this place. Adoro Managiare was the restaurant's name, translating as 'I love to eat.' The place had beautiful gorgeous white patterned walls, subdued lighting and eye-catching vintage furniture. I took a fork full of the Italian noodles in front of me and I swore a soft moan came from me. It was divine.

As we stand outside the airport waiting for a bus, Gabe taps my shoulder, his eyes focusing on a spiky haired young looking man. "Hmmm! He's tasty," he eyes him up and down before spotting a muscular blond guy walking behind him. "Oh my, he's pretty delicious too!" I smirk at him. "I take it you're here to enjoy the beautiful landmarks and scenery?" He keeps his vision focused gorgeous men walking around. "Well I have plenty to admire, don't I? I think we're going to have a lot of fun here. Don't you think?" I think so. Bring it on, Italy. END OF BOOK ONE

**** The bookstore is well known throughout Indonesia because of its branches everywhere. Like now, Alsava is rarely interested in Best Seller shelves because they are often deceived by stories that promise to make crying and laughing together. What else is read by millions of people from an authoring platform. It is as if the promotional words on the cover of the book only explain that the contents of the book do not believe that in oneself.

Nevertheless, it was a beautiful place. He was looking for a particular book that he didn't find. It didn't come to him that the book wouldn't be available here as it was a very famous book written by an Italian author. Suddenly, he happened to see a waitress. Nicholas called the waitress, “Excuse me.” Seeing who it was, the waitress tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and said in a soft voice with an innocent smile, “Yes, sir. How can I help you?” “Can you help me with a book?” Nicholas asked.

The dining room table is covered in baby name books. Spadino bought them. He bought all of them. 1001 Names for Boys. The Book of Saints. Ancient Roman Heroes. They are stacked in teetering piles next to the bread basket. "Maximum," Spadino says. He is holding a book open, pointing to a page with a breadstick. "No," Aureliano says. He is cutting his steak with surgical precision. "It sounds like a gladiator."

I just moved around aimlessly, clutching my bag tightly. My phone buzzed against my pocket. I pulled it out and glanced at it. An email from B&B Italia. Dear Natasha, Thank you for your interest in B&B Italia and for sharing the details of your project. We would be pleased to welcome you at our Milan showroom. We currently have availability on Monday 7th of September, and would be happy to host you then. Please let us know a preferred time, and we will arrange everything accordingly. We look forward to meeting you.

Max replied bluntly. "And why?" "It is the Mafia capital of Italy and the home to the Napoli Licantropo Archivio della Mafia. I thought we could pay it a little visit." "Naples Lycan Archive of the Mafia. And that is where you think the book is, I presume?" "Clever girl," he remarked looking at me before patronisingly patting my head. I rolled my eyes. Three months with this man was killing me and here's why: 1. he has only two moods: cranky and sarcastic or slightly rejuvenated but still incredibly sarcastic.