God In Italian Novels & Stories

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

“Why shouldn't I hurt you again, La Rosa?” If truly Papà did that to his people then I don’t have an answer to that. So I just whimper and start saying the lord's prayer. “Padre nostro, che sei nei cieli, sia santificato il tuo nome. Venga il tuo regno, sia fatta la tua volontà….” “Amen,” the man interrupts me, his tongue rich with smooth Italian. “ma il tuo Dio ti ha abbandonato (but your God has abandoned you). You’re at my fucking mercy.”

Eva, you never change, you cannot be guided by the appearance of a person, their value is defined by their way of being. "Okay. You win, friend, it will be better to go to work if we don't, they will rebuke." The morning passed very quickly, I had several projects to review, I have a lot of work. There is a new project with the most famous Italian film director, Luciano D'angelo, it is a film that promises to capture the hearts of the audience. Just when it was time to go out to eat I received a call from Javier, I decided to answer it, it was necessary to receive an apology from this guy at least."

‘This is the life’ Jackie closed her eyes and took a long drink of her wine, ‘I think I am going to enjoy it here’ Dawn grinned as a group of young Italian guys sauntered over, Penso che a Dio manchino quattro dei suoi angeli più belli. Possiamo unirci a te e offrirti da bere?' [I think God is missing four of his most beautiful Angels. May we join you and buy you a drink?] Melissa laughed out loud, ‘lo adorerò qui' [I am going to love it here’] She replied in perfect Italian as the young men sat down.

She didn't know it was possible. ("I got to say that I'm jealous." ) "Devo dire che sono geloso." He chuckles. ("Oh god, another day third wheeling") "Oh Dio, un altro giorno di terza ruota." Ryan answers. Ashley couldn't understand their language and they always used it against her.

Cut it out or I'll pluck your eyes out. "Can you guys like speak English or something?" Jordan asked, bringing the attention of all the men to her. "I'm a little lost here." "Sicuramente la sua donna," Gabriele commented, stepping forward and nudging Lorenzo out of the way. "I'm Gabriele. It's a pleasure to meet you," he introduced in a heavy Italian accent, bringing an open palm forward. She stared at it for a second, then a lightbulb clicked in her head. Her mouth formed an 'o' shape as she put her hand in his, blushing when he placed a kiss on it. I rolled my eyes.

I snorted, "when I am in heaven smiling at you while you are begging on your knees in hell." He chuckles at my words and in the next second, he is holding me by the collar of my clothes. "Oh you think you can go to your heaven?" he menacingly asks. "Yes, because your moon goddess is not even close to anything as my creator" I retorted. "So naïve and so stupid. You think your God will be here to save you" he shouted at me. "He will because my God is a God of so many things that you pitiful creature are not" I spat back holding his gaze.

Giovanni raised his head at Bella in an honorable manner. "sono felice di incontrarti finalmente, Bella." (I am delighted to finally meet you, Bella) Bella smiled and spoke in Italian. "Sono felice di incontrarti nel tuo giorno speciale, nonno. Buon compleanno," (I am happy to meet you on your special day, Nonno. Happy Birthday)

by Ethan Choi His name is Thorran Savage although he preferred to be called by one syllable nickname “Thor”. Yes, just like the God of Thunder, he’s our god. We call him our god because we had no other choice. Thor is the strongest of the strongest hence there is no comparable word other than god.

I pulled away from him. I took a deep breath before holding his hand tight and walking behind him. We walked over to the Turnstiles and it let us through. A strange man came running towards us and greeted Adriano. "Benvenuto, signore... è bello averla finalmente qui dopo sette anni di persuasione da parte del nostro capo." He spoke in Italian. (Welcome, sir.. it's nice to finally have you here after seven years of persuasion from our boss) "Non ringraziare me, ringrazia mia moglie in inglese perché lei è la ragione per cui sono qui." Adriano replied in Italian, looking at me. Was he talking about me? I hope it's good things about me.