God In Italian Novels & Stories

IT confirms her thoughts as IT retorted back. “Bingo!” IT excitedly utter snapping its fingers while crossing its feet into a sitting position and down, before it ascends a meter up confirming. “The one who can do anything and everything. The only one who holds the entirety of the world HE created. The original, HE thought is gone and the enemy HE is blindly playing with. The one and only, GOD!”

“Stai cercando di uccidere tuo figlio? Non temi più Dio?” [Are you trying to kill your son? Don’t you fear God anymore?] “Regina deldramma!” Cristy murmurs, rolling her eyes and shaking her head before dropping her nose back into the book she is reading. After a bit of Italian that I picked up since my stay in Venice, I think she just called him a drama queen...or king...that I’m not sure.

His eyes flashed emerald green and she gasped and leaned in closer "Bella." "What are you?" "You're such a child." His teeth were so shiny. "What does orange mean?" He ignored her "Mystery Man?" Nothing "Mystery man?" Nothing but his eyes took on a slightly red tint. "Andre." He shot her a look. "What? You called me Bella." He looked away. She sighed "You're a horrible tour guide." He stopped abruptly "Per l'amor di Dió! Perché sei cosí fastidioso?!" (For the love of God! Why are you so annoying?!)

I said. He nods, and heads up to the car. "No God hears the prayer!! " he says, as he drives, the drift. I was amused, cause Luca doesn't speak much, at least not in front of me. " Everything depends upon faith Luca, for you, Jesus is a part of sculpture, for me he is everything!! " I reason. His jaw flexes, and then relaxes. I can't predict these dangerous people, being unpredictable is in their blood. "Are you an atheist?? " I question, I think I can mingle up with him, he is cold, like Capo, but not so ruthless.

boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.” Kael’s fists dug into the marble beneath him, cracks spreading like veins through its surface. “She is more than you will ever understand,” he snarled, the words raw, jagged. “More than this hollow existence you call divine.” The assembly rippled with disdain, a wave of voices sharp as knives. The All-Father stepped closer, his golden spear glinting like a shard of the sun. “Your love is an abomination,” he spat. “And for it, you will be cast down, stripped of your divinity. You will roam the earth as a beast—neithe

That man might be my assistant, but he's my closest friend. “And you think that's what I want to hear?” I asked, pressing my thumb on my forehead. “Find a place where religion doesn't stop the humiliation I have in stock for her. Make sure everyone, every news station in Italy covers the wedding.” “Got it,” he replied. “Goodnight, man,” I said, dropping the phone. “Can I speak to you for a.. oh shit!” A female voice, the one I terribly recognized, spoke behind me, causing me to turn towards her. But she had her face covered before muttering a “sorry” and slammed the door shut, her steps echoing slightly.

“Good morning to you too.” “I’m not kidding, H,” she breathes out, eyes wide. “He’s Italian. Like... Sicilian. Palermo. The accent is a threat. And he has this one move where he—okay, listen.” She leans forward like she’s about to tell me national secrets. “He talked to it. Like actually spoke to my—” “Jesus, Brit.” I nearly choke on my coffee. “I’m trying to eat toast.” She just cackles, totally unrepentant. “I’m telling you, I nearly saw God. The man made me speak in tongues. I said things I didn’t even know I was capable of saying. In three languages.”

A thrill ran through me because to be fair, he did look like a boss to me. “Yes, the boss. Some people call him the devil, some go the foreign language route and call him diavolo which is Italian for devil. That should clue you in that he has Italian heritage hence his name, Luca Barone.” “Luca?” I giggled before I could stop myself. “Would you like to explain to me what's so funny, Miss Nova?” I swiftly clamped my lips in silence, and shook my head negatively. “I guessed so. Please refrain from interrupting me unnecessarily.”

She squealed, looking at her palm that was filled with blood. "Yemi, why is there so much blood? Are you having...are you?...miscarrying?" WORLD TRANSLATION Italian - Grande Fratello English - Big brother Italian - Buonasera a te Fratello e a una bella serata Anche a te, signor Cavalli." English - good evening big brother and also to you too, Mr. Cavallo.

TRANSLATIONS Estimado- my dear Por el amor de dios- for the love of God Por dios- By God M****a- Shit