Daughter In Italian Novels & Stories

Bella turned to see the almighty Lorenzo walking majestically down the stairs, clapping. Her father walked towards him and they chuckled before grasping themselves "and where is my daughter-in-law?" he asked grinning from ear-to-ear. Dante pushed his daughter forward and Bella walked carefully to him "oh my" he gasped "such beauty" he took the hands of the lovely woman and Kissed them Softly bellissima Cosatto" he called and she nodded. "Una delle donne piu belle che abbia mai visito" (One of the most beautiful women I have seen)

If Sophia's father, didn't admit that he knew Sophia, then it meant he was going to blow off his brains right away. "Yes. She's my daughter, Sophia." Sophia leaned closely to her father, as though trying to convey the message that he had the chance to live, only that he was at the mercy of someone. And that he should answer the question posed to ever so sincerely, something happened. He mouthed some Italian words to him and she got the message. "Scappa, figlia mia."

He led the way to the front door and I held my head up in an attempt to hide my anxiety. Shit, I had never felt like this before. What the fuck was wrong with me? He was probably a bastard. Upon knocking on the oak door, we were greeted by a petite brunette woman and a tall broad-shouldered man. Father smiled as he shook the man's hand. I was guessing those were the parents. Father nodded toward me. "This is my daughter, Sienna Zannotti. She runs the Italian mafia." They didn't hear the spite in his words but I did. Suddenly, all eyes were on me. Father didn't introduce himself which made me believe that he knew these people. The woman smiled as she looked me over.

“Oh, so you’re a Volante?” “She’s the daughter of Gataeno Volante.” Damiano informed as he sipped his wine. “How interesting.” His grandmother commented, tilting her head slightly to the side as she looked at Damiano. “Well, at least you’re Italian, or part of you is… Tell me, dear, what are you?” “Ay, madre…” His mother sighed and shook her head. I chuckled at his grandmother’s choice of words. “My mother is Greek. Is it that obvious that I’m not fully Italian?” I grimaced a little, feeling embarrassed that my Italian sucked this much.

The daughters of enemies were stolen and sold to brothels and other enemies. They lived a life worse than a stray dog. When Fabiano stared at the little girl in front of her, he felt something. Pity. It was a foreign emotion, difficult to handle for him. He couldn’t imagine what was going to happen to his friend’s daughter. The whole of Italy and Russia knew that the Capo’s daughter was the collateral damage in the war. The Consigliere’s daughter was the property of Bratva too. Fabiano shook his head, brushing away the weird feelings that emerged within him thinking about the fate of the little one in front of him.

The white robe striking against her skin. “I have heard that you also appreciate dance.” She says plainly, her smile betraying her cutting remark. “I do as is demanded of me by my Alpha, your grace.” I reply, tiring of this conversation. “What is your name?” She asks. “Ceres.” I reply. “Ah, the Goddess of the harvest and motherhood. I was told you were of the Harvest Moon pack. Generally, only Alphas name their daughters after the ancient Gods and Goddesses. Are you not a lady’s maid?” She questions.

However, when Bellini loads his weapon, Liza’s crying pulls us out of our silent standoff. “Let him go already! Do you realize you’re acting like a caveman with my boyfriend?” She screams from behind me. Her father releases me abruptly, and his gaze shifts to his daughter with such concern that it becomes contagious to me. “Liza!” He tries to approach her, but she steps back and hides behind me, sobbing worse than before. “La mia piccola principessa! (My little princess) Scusa tesoro! (I’m sorry, sweetheart).”

She ignored my yelling and looked at me like she has seen a ghost. "Vera, do you know who is she?" "Wife of Italian Mafia..." I did my research last night. "No! She is the soon to be queen of Italian Mafia... Wife of Dominick Moretti aka Marino who is psycho Bastard... And daughter in law of Italian Mafia king who is Lucifer himself..." Okay, she is scaring me now. "And this family rules Italy... And hates Vladimir..." "You think I don't know about it..." I sighed. "But we can't change the fact... She is Vlad's sister..."

"Who is that, and why is she dressed like that for Miss Delucca’s birthday party?" “Don't you know? Danica is the illegitimate daughter of the Delucca family.”