Goodreads Italia Novels & Stories

The words are written in Italian: ‘IL BROKER È PIÙ VICINO DI QUANTO PENSI.’ (The broker is closer than you think.) My eyes blaze. “What the fuck is this supposed to mean?”

The dangerous, quiet kind. Then it was gone. He leaned back, waving a hand dismissively. “Not the smartest move, Alessia.” “I’m fine,” I said quickly. “No one got hurt. Except maybe my pride. And my mother’s blood pressure.” He didn’t smile. Instead, he reached over to the coffee table, picked up a thick, glossy book, and dropped it in front of me with a soft thud. I glanced down. Top Five Universities in Italy. “Choose one,” he said simply. “I’ll take care of the enrollment.”

He’s not a Beta anymore, but Amelia is trying to let him know – not so subtly – that in her book he will always be subservient to her. Well, he thinks. We’ll just see about that. Amelia takes a deep breath, picking up the menu between two fingers and scanning the contents. “Why did you pick this dump?” she asks. “Italian food is…so over.” “Is it?” Edgar asks, picking up the old familiar menu and pretending to glance over the contents. “I was unaware. I thought you’d like it. It’s…European.” “Italy is barely Europe,” Amelia murmurs, sighing and looking around.

I have admired the place for a long time, happy to know and live in Italy. I go to my I*******m and post all the photos I've taken alone or with Dylan and tag the hashtag “Roma” in the caption, surprised to see the notifications of likes and comments skyrocketing. Soon, Jessica comments, saying she's happy that I'm enjoying my life so much. I smile and reply, ignoring the other comments as they are in Italian, something I still don't understand. The rest of the day goes great. Dylan takes me to other places and then we stop to eat. I can't believe the beauty of this place, it's the best place in the world!

Only smelled old woodsy smell and nothing gross like rotten flesh or skin. And so I flip it open. I blink once, twice at the words written on the first page. “What is this?” I flip through the book seeing more of the same gibberish writing. “Niko…” I hold the book out to him flopping down on the couch beside him. Looking away from his computer, he takes it from me, his eyes smiling as he pops it open between two fingers and reads the words out loud. “Le regole della famiglia.” “It’s written in Italian?” I blink at him.

You're a crazy woman) Alex picked up a book from the backseat and began to read. I bent down to take a look at the book he was reading and behold it was a book of Italian languages and translation. "How do you say mother in Italian?' I asked, curiously. "𝑀𝑎𝑑𝑟𝑒." He mumbled without looking up at me. "Hmm." I grinned. "Easy. That means father would be Fadre." I chuckled.

Penso che sia ora di sdebitarmi," {"You got what you wanted, De Luca. Your princess is now a happily married woman. I think it's time to repay me,"} De Luca smiled. “Darti quello che vuoi non è un problema, Don. Chi sono io per negarti i tuoi desideri. L'unica cosa che mi confonde è il motivo per cui vuoi disperatamente quella chiavetta USB," {"Giving you what you want is not a problem, Don. Who am I to deny you of your wishes? The only thing I'm confused about is why you desperately want that flash drive}

He said, walking away to motion to one of his many ‘companions’. “Capo?” She asked innocently as she approached him. “Ah, Anita. Ricordagli perché l'Italia è il posto migliore da visitare.” (Italian for “Remind him why Italy is the best place to visit.”) He told her as he smacked her asš. “Si, Capo.” She replied as she swayed her hips towards me. I gulped down the remaining contents of my drink before placing it on the side table.

“Italian. Engineering department. His name is Luca.” The normalcy of it—of l gossip, of boy talk, of something that wasn’t about my mess, felt like oxygen after drowning. “Italian?” I settled back against her pillows, pulling my knees to my chest. “Tell me everything.” “He has this accent, Rhea.” Elora’s eyes went wide and dreamy. “I swear I could listen to him read a phone book and I’d be into it. He asked me to coffee last week and I said yes before my brain even processed the question.”

She happily exited his mansion. While a small smirk didn't leave his lips for even a once. Now it was a time for him to claim what was his. Not every love brings roses and sweets. Some prefer thorns and poison. ______________________________________ The Italian that I am using in the book is from G****e translate so maybe there will be some errors. _____________________________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. Spread the purple heart.