Hetalia North Italy Novels & Stories

If I would have been that you were going to find your mate at the graduation I never would have made a deal with him. Just exactly who is this Alpha in Italy? I ask him. His name is Alpha Valentino Marelli and he is one of the most fearsome and ruthless Alpha's there is. He even scares the living daylights out of me. Do you mean to tell me that some Alpha from Italy who we haven't heard of scares you? I said to my father. Yes, he does scare me, he kind of sounds like he's from the Italian Mafia too.

Not because she loved the country, and Italy was absolutely amazing, but because it gave her the chance to see Leone as much as possible. Well, be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it… She mashed her lips together into a hard, steady line, heart scored, then turned her face away, trying to recover, trying to breathe. Leone was, quite obviously, nothing like the man she’d constructed in her mind. Italian men were warm and outgoing and they ADORED women, she had thought, expecting he’d flirt with her if they ever actually spoke. Norah had expected him to give her a chance to… intrigue him, despite the fact that she worked for him.

"What do I see now?" Alexa was really scared. She reversed her body, until she bumped into a small child who was eating raw meat. Seeing this, Alexa screamed. "Hey, what are you doing? Don't shout here!" scolded an old man who was currently behind Alexa. "What is this place exactly?" asked Alexa in a trembling voice. “Of course we are in the territory of the Kingdom of Italy,” replied the old man. “Since when did the Italian state have a kingdom system? Hasn't it turned into a republic long ago?" asked Alexa to herself.

At the same time, their father was a drunk ass man who was always involved in gambling and problem. "Italy!" shouted both of them at once. Nancy smiled happily and nodded. "Exactly, one day I hope you will be able to visit there. Italy is a beautiful country," Nancy added, handing more Spaghetti to Oliver and Delilah's plate. They looked so happy and enjoyed a delicious pasta lunch made by Grandma Nancy Starley.

So he’s an Italian, huh? Giordano nodded, “Like what you’ve said... Still the same. Europe is in my control.” Adam stood up. He went to where the alcohol is while I am just wandering around, fascinated with unique books and literature. My eyes went on the specific. It was called The Doctor by Nikki Sloane. I arched my eyebrows, thinking the owner of this book is probably reading Nikki Sloane’s story. “When are you going back to Italy?”

I hyped him up watching his shoulders invisibly grow taller to reach the ceilings. "Fine by me." He replied grinning while putting his arms behind his head. "I went into the Belluci territory today. They are nice as hell. Got this haircut there even." He announced proudly. "Why didn't I do this sooner." "Merging territories was a good idea I guess," Diego spoke up and North nodded. "Oh and -" North started, sitting up. "Father said he's been trying to get to you. Lilith's peo-" "Vittoria." I corrected.

I said, sadly. He faced me as he took a few steps forward. "Dante is the boss and I'm his right hand, second in command." He said and I gasped in shock. "New York belongs to the King. Sicily and California fall under Bianchi's territory. And!" His gaze turned intense as he leaned forward. "Manhattan, Milan, Lombardy, Southern Italy, they all answer to Maximo Russo Moretti." His gaze locked onto my ring.

She didn’t know what was worse, crying over it thanks to the pregnancy hormones that were driving her insane, or having the Italian look at her like a crying little girl. “So what? What are we waiting to go? Look I’ve already cancelled my meeting for you. The least you can do is let me give you a ride.” “Don’t mess with my head sir,” Melody couldn’t remember what the hell the driver/assistant had called him when he arrived. A name like díaneto or ganetto. The little bell on the door rang and Doyle walked in through it. “Melody, what the hell is...?” Doyle let the question hang in the air as his gaze fell on the Italian, Melody watched as his expression changed from confusion and concern to p

After skillfully deciphering the codes, Rome sent a message to Lucille, stating, 'The Diablo is in Terni, Italy. He was already about to leave the library when something caught his attention and made him stop. It was a picture of Margaux while she was sleeping on his phone. He took that picture of her last night and made it his wallpaper. She looked tiny with her body curled against the pillow he usually used. Her soft hair was messily scattered all over the white duvet, but then, she was still easily the most beautiful woman to him.

Once this damn 30 minutes elapsed, the whole of Italy would hear her scream his name. Anna sat on top of his erect manhood, the wet fabric of her pant pressed against it, and despite that, he could feel the warmth radiating from her sex. “Cazzo,” Leone groaned, his hands clutching the sheets as she rubbed her pussy on his dick. Anna arched her back, holding on to his shoulder to leave wet kisses on his neck, sucking, biting, and nibbling on it as her pussy slowly rocked against him.