Hetalia North Italy Novels & Stories

But she didn't expect her slimy old pervert husband to have dangerously sharp jaws, piercing grey eyes and strong tattooed hands that ignite fire whenever they touched her in places that shouldn't be mentioned. Gianpaolo De Santis. Head of the N'drangheta in Italy. Cruel. Ruthless. He takes what he wants and enjoys breaking innocent dolls. And Francesca is that doll that he's going to break. He didn't expect his business partner to send him a little pretty doll. Feisty. Snappy and stabby. What happens when a little tigress clashes with a ruthless heartless big bad wolf?

Jo asked. "We are going tomorrow to Italy for meeting him. And no I haven't seen his face, I am not interested in looking at him." "Italy! You didn't tell us he is Italian!" Jo exclaimed. "So what if that he is Italian?" I asked. "Are you kidding me? Italian men are hot! Especially their accent! God, I would have an orgasm just by hearing it." Chris exclaimed. He looked enthusiastic as if he is marrying him, I won't mind though.

Although he is looking at me like he wants to eat me, it does not have quite the effect as his touch. “How was Europe?” I ask, hoping to steer the conversation to safer territory. “It was a great experience. Italy is the land of sex. I would love to take you there one day.” He smirks as I roll my eyes. “Is your mind always in the gutter?” “Only when I’m incredibly turned on. You should feel what you’re doing to me.” “Perv.”

“How can I forget how Leonardo the proxy alpha treated my mate as a circus animal. He found sickening pleasure in wounding him. Threatened me to reject him because he stabbed a silver dagger in my mate. Do you want me to forget everything easily and be a part of this charade?” “I am sorry, regina that you have to come here in this way but everyone knows that north and south used to be arch enemies once, they shed blood for no reasons and if our alpha went there himself and asked them to let you come with him, would they allow it?” “Carlotta, I don’t know what’s going on with your alpha but I am a living person not a trade object or an auction item. I would have never come with him because I

Leonardo nodded, drinking from his glass of whisky as he looked at the man and then at me, "please, call her Unicorn." "I was unaware that Unicorn was a girl," the Italian man said with a sneer as he looked at me, his eyes scanning my body, "but, she is very beautiful," he said with a chuckle, a hungry look suddenly flashed across his face as he looked at me but I remained passive. "Leonardo," he turned to look at Leonardo and Leonardo simply raised an eyebrow, "can I touch her?" The corner of Leonardo's lips raised up as he nodded, "sure," he said.

“ You never let me forget, babe, “ I said, remembering how much he hated me calling him that. He groaned but ignored it because he wanted to make me happy. He was always making me happy except for the times that he wasn’t. But you couldn’t have good things without the bad. That was impossible and out of this world. We finished eating and started drinking wine. Nikolai stood up suddenly and then held out his hand for me to take. I stood up too and took it. We walked through the beach, hand in hand and wine in hand. “ What do you love most about Italy? “ Nikolai asked. “ You…” He was not the only one who had a romantic bone in their body. I could be romantic too if I wanted and at that time, I

The man whispered something, but I couldn't hear him because my whole world paused momentarily as I gazed at this incredibly handsome man who looked back at me just as intensely. "De Gallo. Zhāng. Allow me to introduce Poppy Hopkins. Poppy, this is Prince Dante de Gallo from Italy and Prince Nanyou Zhāng from China, the other members of the Supreme Council." Easton introduced the new arrivals, though I didn't see anyone else behind the handsome Italian. His beauty captivated me, and Iris couldn't stop glaring at him while purring

My head began to pound. “Okay. Why do you have an ID from 2010 in a language I can’t read, but your Italian ID says 2024?” I rubbed my temples. “God, this is driving me nuts.” I turned the ID, trying to make sense of the flag in the corner. My brows furrowed. It looked familiar, but I couldn’t place it. “Australia? No, dumb. Croatia? Doesn’t look right. Netherlands? Ugh, too blue. China—seriously, Alina?”

“Would she dare? Alexander’s already moved on. She’s yesterday’s news.” Her voice dripped with contempt. Then, leaning forward with a sly glint in her eye, Anita added, “You know who Alexander’s with now, right? The Reinaldi family—from Italy. Ever heard of Chiara Reinaldi?” Gasps circled the room. Everyone knew the name.

, Kathrine asked. Nora rolled her eyes like Kathrine asked something silly. “Hello! Luciano is the Alpha of the largest pack in North America. He never lost a challenge, and he is young, handsome, and single. Do you expect him to be a monk? Women throw themselves at him. If he says a word, an endless line of beauties will form and wait for him to claim them.” Kathrine groaned. “I was not talking about hookups. Didn’t you hear about numerous women offering themselves as brides and Alpha Luciano rejecting them?”