God In Italian Mga Nobela at Kwento

She didn’t know what was worse, crying over it thanks to the pregnancy hormones that were driving her insane, or having the Italian look at her like a crying little girl. “So what? What are we waiting to go? Look I’ve already cancelled my meeting for you. The least you can do is let me give you a ride.” “Don’t mess with my head sir,” Melody couldn’t remember what the hell the driver/assistant had called him when he arrived. A name like díaneto or ganetto. The little bell on the door rang and Doyle walked in through it. “Melody, what the hell is...?” Doyle let the question hang in the air as his gaze fell on the Italian, Melody watched as his expression changed from confusion and concern to p

The deep masculine voice says from the call end. "Hello Pablo." He says with a slight grin on his face. *NOTE: The Italian language would be interpreted into English, in brackets.* "I received your offer and Lo adoro (I love it)." William smiles, "I'm glad you do, so do we have a deal?" "Of course we do. Considerami il tuo compagno di vita (Consider me your life partner.) William chuckles, "Thank you Pablo. Tu fai la tua parte e io farò la mia.(You just do your part, and I’ll do mine.)"

He presses his knife back into my neck making me grimace at the feeling of the sharp blade. “Keep your mouth shut. I have a message to deliver and that's what I intend on doing. Dio, ti voglio così fottutamente male, sei così fottutamente bello con quel vestito.” God I want you so fucking bad, you look so fucking good in that dress. My eyes widen at what he says to me in Italian, and I just love that he thinks that I don’t understand him. I think it’s the perfect time to surprise him now.

I demanded, trying to sound braver than I felt. "Oh... you don't speak Italian? I thought since you came in with Padrino... you must know Italian!" He said, not even flinching. "Padrino? Can't you be more specific?" I demanded, my brow furrowed in confusion. "I mean Boss. Godfather Luther! He is the boss!" he responded, rubbing his palms together, still licking his lips. Disgusting.

I growl, nudging Maxwell to hold his mouth open. I stand abruptly, kicking my seat back. I lean down, my face inching very close to his. "My name is Don Matteo. I am The Godfather of Italy and I am the head of the Denaro famiglia. No one, absolutely no one is allowed to touch the things I've marked as mine and that includes my wife and my children!"

We pulled up near one of our favourite Italian places and his hand went on the base of my back as we walked in. “Ahh the soon to be Mr and Mrs! Anywhere you want guys,” Tony the owner said to us as we walked towards our favourite booth. Sitting down we quickly glanced at the menu but we both knew what we were having. Dimitri moved round the booth to sit close to me, his hand in mine. Tony came over and we ordered, as he walked away Dimitri grabbed my hand, rubbing his thumb against my palm. “You look amazing today. I didn’t get much work done,” he chuckled. I smiled back at him.

] Anton cocked his head to one side and gazed at her in confusion but she shook her head vehemently, ‘Non c'è Dio tra quelle mura Anton' [There is no God within those walls Anton.] She wiped her face and he saw the steel return to her eyes as she stepped out of the SUV, ‘È tempo di una piccola vendetta’ [Time for a little payback.]

were my words, and my gaze focused on the priest in front of us. The ceremony started, my body was present, but my mind was not; I didn't even realize when the priest started with the final questions, "Lorenzo Giancarlo Razzo, do you accept Fiorella Valentina Santelli as your lawful wedded wife, do you promise to love and respect her, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, all the days of your life," said the priest and those words rang in my mind like chimes. "se accetto" said Lorenzo without a second's hesitation.

) he asked with a thick Italian accent. The men glanced at Isabella. "dove scusa capo ma questa cagna ci stava dando filo da torcere" (where sorry Capo but this bitch was giving us trouble) one of them said as the man shakes his head. "Sono circondato da idioti, mettila in macchina, i jet aspettano e dobbiamo riportarla in Sicilia in tempo per il compleanno del Don, altrimenti Giovanni ci ucciderà, ma prima che lo faccia ti ammazzo fino all'ultimo imbecilli"(Im sorrounded by idiots, get her in the car, vthe jets waiting and we need to get her back in sicily in time for the Don's birthday if not then Giovanni will kill us, but before he does I'll kill every last one of you imbeciles) the man

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.)