Daughter In Italian Novels & Stories

She already knew why the girl was present and also knew she liked her son. A/N: Miele means honey in Italian language .Since Regan's Mom is Italian, it shouldn't be surprising to use Italian words occasionally) PS: Dolcezza means Sweetness not Sweetheart' don't get confused. Talisa nodded in understanding then passed the woman to go to his room. She knocked on the door and poke her head through the slightly opened door. She saw Adalyn sitting crossed leg on his mini couch and holding a book. Adalyn was now looking in her direction and her eyes lit when she saw her friend.

What do you think boss will do to her? “Togliti quel brutto pensiero dalla testa! Esua figlia, quindi dobbiamo trattarla con rispetto.” The final one snaps at them. “Ms. Adelina, we are sorry for how we are treating you, but keep in mind that this is only for precaution. (Italian Translation: Get that bad idea out of your head! He's her daughter so we have to treat her with respect) “Help me itch me wrist.” I order.

he immediately knelt infront of her. Yin Yue calmed down. "I am the daughter of General Jiang Lin.Merely taking their lives is not enough for me.I want them to suffer ,I want them to have the taste of betrayal,I want to disclose their conspiracy to the world and I want to restore my father's and my family's honor"she said with determination. Wang Wei was really surprised for a moment .Yesterday,she was a little girl,frozen with fear and shock but today she is issuing orders as if she is a general in army.

“I was trying to protect you.” “From what?” “From my family,” she snaps. The words hit like gunfire. Silence spreads like smoke between us. I stare at her, chest tight. “Your family?” She nods. And when she speaks again, her voice cracks. “My father’s name is Roman Vittore.” The name punches something out of my lungs. Because I know it. Everyone in the District knows that name. Even if they don’t speak it out loud. Mafia. Old money. Ruthless. Untouchable. And she’s his daughter. Of course she is.

“You look like Catalina and have her fire, even as you look timid.” “You keep saying that name but I have no idea-” “Your mother was Catalina Moretti, wife of Alberto Moretti, a Camorra Underboss,” he says and I immediately jump out of my chair and take a step back from him. “Your name is Lucia Moretti and you’re their only daughter.” I have heard of the Camorra; they’re a criminal organization that rules parts of Italy. Italian Mafia, to be exact. They’re ruthless…and apparently, I am borne of that blood. This is why he calls me Principessa…

Gia held her hand to Jasper, who handed over his phone without hesitation. With trembling fingers, Gia dialed a number she had memorized years ago. Her mother had made her commit it to memory in case anything ever happened to her. Gia had been grateful she’d never needed to call it—until today. Her heart pounded as the line connected. "Sì?" came a woman’s voice in Italian. Gia couldn’t guess her exact age, but she was about five or six years older than her mother. "Sono la figlia di Fiore." ("I am Fiore’s daughter.")

After everything that had just happened, after the anger, the accusations and the slap, Matteo was introducing us to his daughter as his friends. Something warm bloomed in my chest. Matteo gestured toward Kian first. "Questo è Kian." Kian immediately stepped forward toward the bed, bent down so he was at eye level with Giuliana, and spoke in fluent Italian. "Tuo papà ha detto così tanto di te. È finalmente bello incontrare la ragazza più bella del mondo." Whatever he said made Giuliana blush, a small smile spreading across her pale face as she looked down shyly.

I said without waiting any longer and I could see how Darian didn't like my comment at all. "My daughter?" he said in confusion. "Yes your daughter or are you going to deny me that you have a daughter, did I make a mistake and she is not your....." I said hoping to receive the answer I was waiting for so long. "Of course, she is my daughter, the fact that you question it doesn't make me laugh Lorenzo." He said visibly annoyed. "Excuse me, but the way you said it made me think maybe....." "You are wrong, Fiorella and I have a daughter, but unfortunately you won't be able to meet her, she is in a boarding school outside the country".

She looked exhausted. "Bambina!" I whispered. (Baby) "Thank you…thank you for this gift…. Thank you for giving me a family I thought I would never have…. you gave me the opportunity to prove and mend my mistakes….I love you….I love you more than life itself." "Signore." Fiona called me. (Sir) "Cosa?" (What?) "Tua figlia è pronta... ti sta aspettando." (Your daughter is ready…she's waiting for you)

I squared my shoulders and locked eyes with the arrogant aristocrat. "Sono la Donna che Noah ha scelto," I fired back, my Italian flawless, crisp, and dripping with authority. "E in questa famiglia, ho il diritto di ripulire la spazzatura." (I am the Donna Noah chose. And in this family, I have the right to clean up the trash.) The woman clamped her mouth shut, her face draining of color. She took a swift step backward, bowing her head in immediate, terrified submission.