E Piu Ti Penso Novels & Stories

Ring… Ring… I pull myself away from my daydream and groan as I reach for my phone. I don’t know what Brandi has done to me, but I’m completely under her spell. All I’ve been thinking about since the party is fucking her. I groan again when I see Gianna’s name on the phone. She always seems to call whenever my mind strays, reminding me why I shouldn’t be fucking her best friend. I sigh before answering. “Hey, Papi.”

PLAYLIST: KINDLY DROP YOUR PLAYLIST HERE Don't let others put thoughts into your mind that takes away your self-confidence. -Katori Hall- GISELLA "Sorry, Gisella," Pietro said with a face of concern mixed with embarrassment, and then, he nodded to Alessandro and Zeta, and with one last glance at me, he turned and walked away. My heartfelt like it would explode. I hold the chair tightly to comfort myself. Pietro... I miss you.

“You there? Penny for your thoughts?” I smirk. I shake my head, trying to brush the thought of Edmondo off. “I don’t think you have a penny. How about dollars for my thoughts?” Pietro laughs. There's that teasing gleam never leaving his eyes. “Don’t be too sure about that,” he teases, his gaze never moving from me. I stare at him, caught up in the moment. I don’t even know what comes over me. But before I can think it through, the words just spill out.

I explain "Sei sicuro di questo? [Are you sure about this?]" "Sì, io sono [Yes I am]" I respond. Whoever is behind this knows what he’s doing. He is good at playing its card. "Hai un'idea di chi c'è dietro tutto questo? [Do you have an idea who is behind all of this?]" "Non ancora, ma lo farò papà. Tutto quello che so è che la persona mi è vicina. Conosce ogni mia mossa [Not yet but I will Papa. All I know is that the person is close to me. He knows my every move]"

We took a pizza My pizza wasn't more interesting than her My pizza wasn't more interesting than her. Her elegance, daintiness and softness. Nothing is like her. No girl is like her. Ohh Marco, she's out of your life, stop thinking about her. Control it. I want horribly to know what she is thinking about me. " Marco, hey Marc." She got me out of my thoughts " yes." I replied Marc? I missed it! " Continue your food, we have to be on time."

] She giggled lying flat for a minute then realised the Captain had heard her and she sat up blushing madly, ‘Oh caro, mi dispiace tanto, devi pensare che io sia un bambino così’ [Oh dear I am so sorry, you must think I am such a child.] He smiled back at her thinking to himself, ‘Sicuramente non penso che tu sia un bambino, che sembri così, quello che penso appartiene a un film p**no.’ [I definitely do not think you are a child, looking like you do, what I am thinking belongs in a p**n movie.]

the thought of Gigi not being near me is piercing my soul with sharp needles. i need to see her! her beautiful sky blue eyes i need to get lost in them her pink lips i wanna taste their sweetness! her.....smooth skin i wanna touch her calming smell i wanna inhale! Think Zayn think! where can she be! I don't know how or why but my minds clock's needle got stuck t at the place which states "Ask Petris" Yes! i can be possible. i mind linked her

As soon as the thought entered her head it brought her out of her trance, ‘Perché cazzo le era passato per la mente quel pensiero?’ [Why the fuck had that thought passed through her mind]’ She shook her head angrily, ‘Non c'era modo su questa terra che avrebbe mai permesso a uomini come loro di farle questo.’ [There was no way on this earth she was ever going to allow men like them to do that to her.]

Pia whispered in my ear " Is that papa ?" " Yes my angel, do you want to talk to him? " " Aha ." " Cleo I love you and I miss you ." " Ti amerò Azzurri. Pia wants to talk to you ." I gave her the phone . " Hi Papa I miss you … " Angelo started talking and crying at the same time and when Pia's face lit up I knew she had forgiven him completely . Pio came running towards me too until he passed me and went straight to his sister to apologize. I looked at Dante surprised and he spoke.

I heard Padrino’s heavy breathing as he approached the SUV again, seething before he climbed into the front passenger seat. He didn’t look back as he raised his phone to his ear. The seat beside him filled before the SUV pushed backwards. “Voglio che questo posto vada a fuoco entro i prossimi cinque minuti.” (Italian: I want this place up in flames within the next five minutes.) *Penelope’s POV*