Daughter In Italian Novels & Stories

Antonio said. I breathed a sigh of relief when Paolo sat down back. The last thing I wanted was for a fight to happen because of me. Ferrante looked in my direction. "You, what's your name?" he asked. "Camilla De Luca" I answered quickly. "You are the daughter of the De Luca family that was brought down right?" he asked. "Yes sir" I replied. "Your father was a dumb weak fool, he brought your family down with his own hands" Ferrante remarked.

“Cesare’s not the only one your mother likes, Emmilia. I spent my summers with your family too. Unlike my brother, who spent his every moment getting to know the business, I spent my summer getting to know the people. I know exactly who has your daughter. I also knew she was Cesare’s the moment I saw her. She looks like you but she’s got his eyes.” My heart pounded against my chest. I had been told my daughter was safe, but I hadn’t been told where she was. I got pictures and sometimes got to talk to her, but usually it was only when her adopted family called me. “She’s in Italy,” I said, “she’s with some relative of mine. I know enough.” Cesare’s lips twisted into a smile. “But I know where

She was clinging to him sobbing quietly, ‘Per favore, papà, non costringermi a fare questo. È un mostro, mi ucciderà. Stai mandando tua figlia alla morte.’ [Please Papa do not make me do this. He is a monster he will kill me. You are sending your daughter to her death] She begged and pleaded with him and he held her tightly

She looked at him from behind her heavy eyelids from fatigue and exhaustion and the dry blood in her mind wanted to surrender, she could no longer fight, but her tongue did not obey her, because as soon as she opened her mouth until she heard her voice resounding in the place "My name is Kira. I'm Kira, Arsene's daughter, Stefan's sister, shepherd and Damien's girlfriend. Then I screamed at her throat. I'm Kira, Arsene's daughter, Stefan's sister, shepherd, Damian's girlfriend, not your lover, Lamara, I'm not that bitch to Amara, I never will be." He smiled at her with absolute meekness and then raised his eyes to his walk and moved away, leaving her at their mercy again, screaming full of h

She was stunning and tonight he would enjoy taming her and he looked forward to the fight he knew she would put up, he smirked when she flinched as he stood beside her, ‘Welcome daughter.’ He sneered at her revulsion, letting his arm snake around her waist and pulling her closer to him, she stiffened in disgust but she gritted her teeth and knew she had to bide her time, ‘Signore e signori, vorrei ringraziarvi per la vostra presenza stasera, questa bellissima giovane donna è mia figlia Juliette, ha diciassette anni e presto ne compirà diciotto ed è la mia piccola vergine innocente.’ [Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like thank you for attending tonight, this beautiful young woman is my daughter

Her mother, Bianca, embraced her first, her perfume cloying but familiar. “My darling girl, Milan has missed you,” Bianca cooed, though her sharp eyes scanned Rhea for any imperfection. Her father, Cesare Giovanni, kissed her cheeks with pride, his hand heavy on her shoulder. “Canada has treated you well, eh? But Italy is your kingdom all the same.” Rhea smiled, gracious but calculating. Always the prodigal daughter. Always expected to dazzle. “Thank you, papa,” she murmured, allowing herself to be swept into the villa.

I chuckle silently as Rose keeps asking questions that Elle does not know how to answer. "Rose how about we go pack your favorite toys for the trip?" Luca suggests to divert his daughter's attention away from her mother. Rose immediately smiles at her dad's words and hops out of the chair. I chuckle as Luca hurries out of his chair to chase the three year old down the hall. Translations: fidanzata- girlfriend padre- father fidanzato- boyfriend puttana- slut

The fucking bitch got away. She was shot in the mayhem of it all and is now being carted off to some unknown place. Irk and who ever the fuck he’s with are outside of their network of allies, in a country that isn’t there’s with the injured daughter of the Italian Mafia. This is what wars are about. “The heir of Alessiano De Leone was taken in an ambushed attack when we landed in Verona” I stand before a room full of our men who work here in Italy.

Riley boarded the flight and settled in her seat. She was not that long from going back to Italy. Anyone would be happy to go to their native, their home. But not Riley. Her life in Italy is not just like any normal person. Riley Bianchi is the only daughter of the Italian mafia don, Alessandro Bianchi. She always had bodyguards tailing her and she was never allowed to go out of the house without a minimum of two bodyguards following her, everywhere she goes. That did not make her feel treasured, she rather felt like she was being held captive, like a criminal.

I wanted to say a lot more to her at that moment, but my daughter was there. Before Giulia turns around, I let go of her hand and laugh at her frightened face next to me. “You look very comfortable in the kitchen, my love!” I say, drawing my daughter's attention. “I'm Italian, papà, any cuisine would make me comfortable.” She repeats the same phrase her mother always used to say to me. “What would you say if I told you that this kitchen was now yours?” I see her look from me to Giulia and a huge smile starts to grow, making her eyes sparkle.