Guapo En Italiano Novels & Stories

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.

He leaned into my ear to say the last part in his low and husky morning voice. A man's morning voice was definitely the sexiest thing I had ever heard and it made my cheeks burn as my heart did a cartwheel. "You also know Italian? " "Yes Bellissima is Italian for beautiful" "Can you teach me please... " "What do you want to know doll? " "Um... Basic greetings" "Okay Morning is buongiorno Sunshine is Luce del sole" "What does my stud muffin mean? " He stayed silent and I looked at his face to see a smirk dancing at his lips

he replied and said the last part in Italy. I blushed at the Italian phrase he used. ll mio cuore in italy means “my heart” and he used to call me that and many others a lot when we were kids. “I thought you had forgotten those names by now." He simply smiles and opened the door for me and I step out. I rest my back on his car and he puts his hands on my sides, then we are face to face. “IL lupo perde IL pelo ma non IL vizio, ma bella” he said. I don’t even know what he meant, but I think what he said isn’t something bad, it sounds like a….proverb?

Using the headboard to steady myself, I lift up, positioning my feet so I can fully rise and fall onto his cock, ensuring I bottom out each time. “Cazzo, Quinn!” (Fuck, Quinn!) he groans deeply, his fingers gripping my hips tighter, helping guide me up and down, impaling me on him again and again. The way he speaks Italian and uses my name tells me everything I need to know—he’s losing control as much as I am. “Am I tight, baby?” I whisper, loving the way he speaks when he’s inside me, loving the raw honesty of it. “Così fottutamente stretto, topina. È come scopare una morsa.” (So fucking tight, little mouse. It's like fucking a vise.) He growls the words, voice roughened with lust.

He looked at his son sharply like he wanted to kill him. Papi is the Italian way of calling your father, but papi sounded like the “puppy” in English, which would be an insult for a Don. “Looks like its about to start, we should go on our seats,” Serrano informed us, dispersing the little crowd that we made. Finally, I could breath again and think more clearly now that Lucrezia is leaving. However, as if fate is playing a cruel joke, her seat is just right in front of mine where I will have the full view of the back of her head.

Finally, I found you my love) he said grinning maliciously. "Don't call me your love, you bastard!" I shouted at him as goosebumps started to creep all over my body. "Esuberante." he chuckled. "Non sei ancora cambiato. Come stai, amore mio?" (Feisty. You haven't changed yet. How are you, my love?) "Ho detto di non chiamarmi amore, cazzo! Bastardo!" (I said don't f*cking call me 'love'! You bastard!)

“Ti amo… something.” Layla chuckled. “Ti amo tanto. It means I love you so much.” “Oh!”. Gabi’s eyes brightened. “I’ll go write it down.” She ran off. “She’s learning how to speak Italian.” Gabe explained. “It’s nice. You should learn it too.” She told him. “I have.” “Really? Let me hear it.” “mi chiamo Gabriel e ho otto anni.” Gabe said without missing a beat. “mia zia Layla è una bella donna.”

He says and parks the car near the store. We get out and walk towards the store. “Gelato” is written on it with cursive writing. I have started learning Italian that’s why I know it means Ice cream. We enter the store and a bell ring. We reach the counter and I am amazed by the variety they have. Water starts to come in my mouth. “Quale vuoi comprare, signore?” The young lady asks in a flirtatious voice. (Which one do you want to buy, Sir?)

“Venire," {"Come in"} One of his men walked in with a slight bow. "è il momento, Don," {"It's time, Don."} "spero che sia tutto pronto? "He asked. “on voglio nessun cazzo di errore," {"I hope everything is ready?} {"I don't want any fucking mistake"} "Certo, don. È tutto perfetto, proprio come hai ordinato”, The man replied with his head still bowed. {"Sure, Don. Everything is perfect just as you ordered."}

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.)"