Daughter In Italian Novels & Stories

I knew it was just a matter of time before I flipped this entire scheme. Clearing my throat, I put on a serious expression. "I lied. Adonis is not the best. In fact, he's not even on my list of prospective suitors." **** Italian Vocabulary Figlio means child/son Nipote means grandson Lasciaci means leave us

No trace of fear were present on Faustino face. "I never thought I will get to kill The Great Faustino Pietro. Now, say goodbye to Sicily and to the world." Italian meanings are from Google so if any of this is wrong Blame Google 😂😉 chi è lei. - who is She Il tuo nuora.- your daughter-in-law Nipote- grandson Nonna - grandmother Nonno - grandfather Benvenuto - welcome Giovane Maestro-young master Leone- lion mio vita- my life

Speaking of the greedy devil, Gianni. Domenico slid the phone closer to him, answered with one swipe, and put it on speaker. “ Dov’è mia figlia?” (Where is my daughter?) Domenico's smirk grew slowly, “Non è incredibile?” (isn't it incredible?) He said mockingly. “Un bastardo avido come te ha finalmente qualcosa che ama piú dei soldi.” (A greedy bastard like you finally has something he loves more than money.)

He didn’t like it when they fight and she didn’t like it either. ***************** Sunday evening,Fabiola came home with their daughter. As Lorenzo carried his daughter into his arms,she heard him say. “Dada.” He paused wondering if he hard that,correctly. “Dada.”She let out again,giggling. Fabiola crossed her arms.”As if her betrayals couldn’t get any worse.Her first word had to be dada.” “My God,Lucia,she just called me dada.” “I heard that,Enzo.She’s growing up so fast.”Lucia said,dotingly.

What news could be as bad as the heartless breakup text I got months ago? "The Russian mafia is interested in you for their son, Lucia." my dad finally speaks. I look at him with an open mouth. The Russian what wants me for who? How? How do they know me? I don't think I'm even asking the right questions. "M-me? How?" Is all that comes out of my mouth. "It has always been the plan, il mio bambino" That's Italian for my child. But I don't think I'm in the right mood or state of mind to appreciate the endearing term. No.

He's in my car right now if you want to to go cheer him up) I finish before pecking her lips. She immediately starts wiggling to get out of my arms but I hold her tighter making her groan in frustration. She glares at me before sliding her arm between us, grabbing my dick through my pants and saying in my ear "Mettimi giù papà o non sarai mai in grado di mettere questo in nessuno di noi" (Put me down daddy or you'll never be able to put this in either of us)

His world is cruel. Until his daughter passed out from crying, Leonardo never left her. He kept caressing her head like what he used to do when she was a kid back when she was living with him in Italy. But later on, he transferred her to the USA for protection purposes. Once people know he has a daughter, then she will automatically be the target of his opponents. And he doesn't want that. "Shh... Dormi bene, amore mio. Papà sarà sempre qui," he whispered as he gently laid her down on her queen-size bed. (Shh... Sleep tight, my love. Papa will always be here)

(Good evening, Carlos. "E chi è la splendida signora in piedi dietro di te?" (And who is the gorgeous lady standing behind you?) Carlos looked at her with a smile while assessing her. "È la mia bella figlia, Chiara." (She is my lovely daughter, Chiara.) "Sono lieto di rendere la tua conoscenza." (I am pleased to make your acquaintance.) "Il piacere è tutto mio." (The pleasure is all mine.) She replied with a blank expression on her face.

And did she just fucking call me daddy? Caramia had a daddy kink? Oh fuck! Russo! You are damned! TBC QUICK NOTE: Caramia is Rosaline's Italian name.

A longer silence. Then— “She’s not asking questions, but I believe she will. Soon.” My heart skipped. Who’s not asking questions? Something about the way he said it made me stay perfectly still. The person on the other end spoke again. Luca rubbed a hand across his jaw. “Because she’s Giovanni’s daughter.” My stomach tightened. Papà? Daughter? I frowned. What did papà have to do with anything? And which daughter? The silence stretched. Then Luca spoke again. Lower this time. Almost irritated.