Heartis Venice Novels & Stories

LENA’s (LUNA’s POV) “Then do not try to hold back, Lena.. Give it all up.” He whispered in my ear and our breathing got deeper and deeper, his face was so close to mine that we stared into each other’s souls. “Lena! It's time to go.” Vee screamed from outside my room, Maverick lifted his head, and I closed my eyes. ‘Thank God for that call back to life, fuck I was..’

"I understand. I just want you to be happy. I'm also worried about how this will affect Clara. Understanding Vincent's concern for Clara, his girlfriend, Damien reassured him, "This marriage won't change what I have with Clara." Vincent got to his feet, his expression solemn. "I'll hold you to that, Damien. Got a meeting in 30 minutes. See you later?" "Sure," Damien replied as he leaned back, and Vincent was out the door. At home, Damien was greeted by his butler, Mr. William. "Welcome back, sir. Miss Clara is waiting for you in your bedroom."

Or maybe I’m finally seeing him. After dessert — lemon, almond, something that tastes like summer — D’Angelo and his wife leave us. “Walk,” he says, clapping Dominic on the shoulder. “Venice is for lovers and liars. See which one you are.” Then it’s just us. The canal is quiet. Water laps at stone. A few lights flicker on in windows. Somewhere, someone is playing a violin. Badly. It’s perfect. We walk. Not talking. Not touching.

It was a moment of pure bliss and serenity, a fitting end to her unforgettable journey through the Floating City. With Venice forever etched in her heart, Luna bid farewell to the city that had captured her imagination and left her with memories that would last a lifetime. As she boarded her next flight, she carried with her the beauty of the canals, the echoes of Venetian melodies, and a newfound appreciation for the art of living gracefully. Luna looked forward to the next chapter of her adventure, ready to embrace the wonders that awaited her in her next destination.

Marcel looked at Valerie's face who was currently also looking at him. "Lies? Who lied to you?" Valerie still didn't understand what Marcel's words meant. "No. My friend once said that Venice is a romantic city for lovers especially when they come in spring." "Hmm really, let's go together after I recover" Valerie recalled the events of a few days ago. honestly, Valerie still felt lost even though, she also did not realize that she was pregnant.

An absolute, suffocating silence filled the ruined, smoke-choked entrance hall of Blackwood Manor. The crisp white envelope lay torn open in Lorenzo’s hand, the single international physical train ticket glinting under the amber emergency lights. The destination node printed on the cardstock felt like an impossibility. **Venice, Italy.** Lorrie stared at the small piece of paper, her chest heaving as she fought the residual effects of the drywall dust. "What class of game is The Council executing now, Lorenzo? Why split our assets across an ocean?"