Gavin Casalegno Ethnicity Novels & Stories

"That shoulder-length man with long hair is Xavier de Luca, son of Javier de Luca." I looked at Gabriella in surprise. Never thought that I could see the child of one of the trillionaires from Italy. Indeed, they always maintain privacy, there was never even a media that could take pictures of their family members. Just like Rhysand did. "And the guy in front of him is Maxel Roe. I don't know who he is, but I'm sure he's one of those world conglomerates who never showed anything to any media."

"That's because someone did but it's personal and not really something I discuss with strangers." "Fair enough." He extended his hand. "Julian Voss and you are?" "Donatella Vittorini." I shook his hand. He had tattoos peeking out of his shirt. Jovan didn't have sleeve tattoos, only a heart he'd drawn on his chest. His eyebrows went up. "Vittorini. Italian?" "Italian-American. Fourth generation. You?" "British, First generation immigrants. I came here for work and stayed for the weather." He smiled but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "May I sit?"

And secondly, had he just called them the ‘main events? Stopping at a good distance, Vincent examined the way Giselle clung to his friend's arm. The side of his lips perked up a bit. “I don’t believe I’ve introduced myself. Vincent Bardot.” He introduced. “You’re from France?” Giselle inquired in curiosity. The man standing before her looked like Greek God. “My mother was from France and my dad is from Italy. A killer combo if you asked me.” Giselle nodded. “It’s nice to make your acquaintance, Mr. Bardot.”

Alberto asked serenely; his voice is soothing that it can make his heartbeat so fast. He gulps then takes a glimpse of the man in his front. At the same time, Alberto is making a quick check from his resume. Caleb takes the chance to look at his handsome face; he cannot deny that his face is flushed with reddish skin tone. "We are not hiring now…" he directly confronted him. Alberto makes seconds of silence before scratching his nape. He moistened his lips then look at Caleb with those beautiful iris eyes. Alberto is a half Filipino and Spanish breed. The dominant Caleb's heart became faint with those luscious pinkish lips. Alberto sighed heavily before letting out a loud breath.

His posture emaculate and his aura demanding and reeking of authority as his eyes scanned the room coldly. "Here we go again," Carlisle commented. "Is that your father?" I had to confirm though I already knew from his looks and attitude. Cavalon nodded, and he suddenly looked on edge. "Buonasera," Mr. Leone greeted everyone and he had a thick Italian accent. "Good evening, all. I apologize for being late but lets get this evening back on track. Have some drinks and good food." "You all sound so different compared to him," I whispered. "English nannies and schools," Cavalon whispered back, "besides that our mother was American and we spent most of our time with her when we were kids."

“Now, close your eyes.” Cassie obeys, takes a deep breath. She is about to peek into Emily's hidden life. Aunt Gilda's fingers gently smear the serum across her skin. “You know I’m half Italian on my mother's side, right?” “Hm, hm.” Cassie nods, certain that this woman's natural fashion sense must come from her Mediterranean roots. “I have a lot more relatives on my Italian side than on my father's. They are scattered all over the States- some in high society, some in suburbs.”

She could hear the neighboring table discussing Caesar's new policy about the Asti people—although they had been forced to flee, they were still reluctant to leave their homeland and worried about their family members who were still there. "...I don't think they're sincere. I guess it's because their international reputation has taken a nosedive recently that they're scrambling to introduce new regulations," a slightly younger man said. "I heard that Caesar's full name is Caesar Vincent Salleri, and he's from the Salleri family! How could you believe that the nobles of the Salleri family would advocate racial equality?" Caesar remained impassive, politely playing the role of a blind man, sil

The fact that the two of them managed to form a bond was something that came as a surprise to me, especially considering all the factors that were against him. “I am guessing that a bastard rogue like myself is still welcome in this place?” Malakai, Arianna’s brother, asked, smirking as he entered the building. His eyes met mine and he nodded in respect before looking at Valerie. “And you are the famous huntress that every rogue is looking for.” “And you are?” Valerie asked, and the Russian smirked, extending his hand to her. The fact that he was of Italian blood was not something that I neglected, but he grew up as a Russian among Russians, and hence has been one throughout his whole life.

The least he could do was show up and we could pretend we liked each other and not embarrass me In front of different families. I was so engrossed, that I did not notice that the man was sitting in front of me, he was yet to tell me his name. “ You're awake” he said looking up from his phone momentarily, “ fasten up your seatbelt, we will soon land in Italy” he said while typing furiously on his phone. Italy, that was far from home but I was not shocked since Gambino was the Don of the Italian Mafia, obviously he stayed in Italy. Everyone in Italy basically works for him, and everything here belongs to him because it was his domain

Bash didn’t move, so Axel opened the envelope himself and pulled out the contents. "Name: Gavin Kingsley. British national. Born in Oxford, England. Educated at Harrow School, studied Politics and Philosophy at Cambridge. Your parents are diplomats, currently stationed in Berlin. You’re a consultant in international relations. You’ve been on sabbatical. That’s your story. Learn it." Bash blinked. "British?" Axel raised a brow. "You speak clean enough. With a little work, you’ll pass." "Why all this?" Axel shrugged. "Because Cassiel said so. He wants you to be invisible but valuable. This is how."