Goodreads Italia Novels & Stories

Fiction along the lower shelves, wider range than I expected — literary, contemporary, a collection of Italian novels in the original that I pulled out with genuine pleasure. I spent two hours there. Working through my reviews at the desk he had indicated was mine, surrounded by his books, in the apartment that was mine now, on the first morning of being Aria Vitale. At eleven, Luca texted. How’s married life? Don’t answer if it’s boring. If it’s interesting, I need details. I smiled. It’s the first morning. First impressions matter. He made you coffee, right? It was already made when I got there.

I had read ten chapters and the book had fifty chapters, it was obvious I wasn't going to finish today so I closed the book to give myself a break. I placed the book down and then looked outside the window where I could see the red Ferrari 458 Italia that contrasted from the vintage looking stores. I turned my head to Salvatore who I saw was still reading and this time had on a pair of reading glasses. I fought a smile but it broke through, he looked so damn old and adorable.

I wanted to taste him! “Miss?” His voice snapped me out of my daze, and I smiled awkwardly. “Hello! Welcome to Paradiso Galleria. My name is Luca Fabbri,” he said, extending his hand. Ohh… He’s Italian! No wonder his sex appeal was off the charts! I’d never been with an Italian before. I had slept with a Frenchman once during a trip to Paris. He had a huge package, but sexually, he was disappointing. But I’d heard Italian men had mad skills in bed, though they were also notorious womanizers.

19-04-2024. Hi guys, I'm now taking the time to edit the book properly now that I have the right tools to do so. Here are a few Italian words Luca uses throughout story I have translated into English. I will continue to update the list as I go through the book. Thanks! Si = Yes. Salve = Hi. Cara mia = My beloved. Caro mia = My darling. Tesoro = Treasure. Merda= Shit/ Crap.

"When she has her mind set she doesn't stop." "Italian Men," I tease. "They are so protective." I kiss Nic's cheek and he tries to hold back a grin. "I'll see you in three days." "Three days," he nod. "Addio Bella." Translations: Sei il peggiore- you are the worst Ti amo- I love you Addio Bella- Bye beautiful Thank you so much for reading! Feel free to leave any feedback. I love you all ❤️

Alessia The dark, gloomy clouds were a hallmark feature of Italy's weather. If anything else, they sent a cold chill down my spine, solidifying my split-second decision to return to Italy after seeing Grandma’s will in my mail. I was so shocked that I had suffered all that isolation and mistreatment for years when I was never supposed to.

He glances at me, waiting. “You okay?” he asks, the cheer dimming just a little. “You don’t have your… eh… sparkle. No luce in your eyes.” I smile faintly. “Italy wasn’t… nice.” His brows jump. “Italy? Not nice? Ma che dici? You were in a mansion, no? With vineyards and wine and the Lior? How is that not nice?” I shrug. “It just wasn’t.” He huffs, clearly struggling with the concept. “Okay, but the sun? The food? The… beautiful Italians like me? Still no good?”

The prevailing region is Lombardy and it’s marked by rolling hills and lush valleys. I know this because Lydia is obsessed with Italy and feeding me information while she’s on the subway, heading into work. I’m scrolling in between gazing out the window at the gorgeous, verdant scenery, catching something about Franciacorta being similar to French champagne and more sparkling than prosecco. Basically, she’s telling me to drink lots of it.

◇◇◇◇ Translation Buon giorno -- Good morning Piccolo fagiolo, little bean Hai molto nel tuo piatto uomini: You've got a lot on your plate, men. Raccontami!. Ma non mi importa se ha qualcosa a fare con la mia piccola tentatrice, tell me about it. But I don't mind if it has anything to do with my little temptress.

“Benevento, signora Jessica.” The driver at the airport terminal greeted her with a smile on his face as he got her suitcase and put them in his vehicle. His sleek black uniform and cap shone brightly against the beautiful morning sky in Italy. “Ahh, my bad. I am your Carlo, your personal driver in the city of Florence.”