Hijo En Italiano Novels & Stories

Italy is slowly becoming my second home, and the language is getting easier to learn. Benvenito a casa, la mia raggazza is boldly written on a large banner. Grinning, we open the door, past the banner, and there everyone is waiting. “Daddy!” Violet screams as she runs to her Dad, hugging him tightly. Nina wastes no time as she walks to her Family, moving into her mother’s embrace. Smiling, Cara, Danielle and I walk to Sinister. “Phiona.” Luciano grins as he jumps into my arms, I kiss him all over his face, as he tightens his hand round my neck, God, I love this boy so much.

(English Translation of ‘figlio di puttana’: Son of bitch) “Fine," Dant sighed, giving in to the inevitable. "Do what you have to do.”

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"Gemma is waiting on the other side of the hallway, and Hiro, like a true gentleman, is escorting her and explaining the situation." I couldn't believe how quickly things were moving. I just closed my eyes and said, "Spero che tu vaghi la pena, Alessio Milano, o ti prendo a calci nel sedere." Italian phrase: "I hope you wander in sorrow, Alessio Milano, or I'll kick you in the butt.”

“I know what I saw. Plus, it's my dream. I have the right to translate it to be whatever I want it to be.” “That's fraud,” Alessia countered. “No, it's not. And, he's my godson, I've even had a name picked for him” “Excuse me?” “You are excused, Alessia. Chi? How does “Elio” sound to you. It means “sun.” I want it to match the dream I had. Or Riccardo? A “brave ruler” who'd rule over the Fabiano's business.” “Uh uh. We've talked about this. My child would have no hand in the Mafia world,”

Imogen interrupted, shocked by her mention of Spain, "Perché la Spagna? ( Why Spain? )" Madam Marino said as a thought crossed her mind and tried to emotionally blackmail these three insolent kids, "Huh ... ho una nuova istruzione di lavoro per il ragazzino monello della mafia spagnola. Ed essere una domestica non è quello che ..... ( Huh.. I got a new work instruction for the brat kid of the Spanish Mafia. And being a maid isn't that what.....)"

Bacha ma culo – kiss my ass Bastardo - bastard Cagacazzo – lame ass dumb Capeesh – understood Cazzo – dick, like Americans use the word fuck Che palle – what balls Maria’s favorite phrase Che te pozzino ammazza – you shall be butchered Chi non va non vede, chi non vede non sa e chi non sa se lo prende sempre in culo - if you don’t go you won’t see, if you don’t see you won’t know, if you don’t know you’ll take it in the ass every time Cretino – idiot Cuando l’amico chiede, non v’è domani - when a friend asks, there is no tomorrow Cuore Mio – my heart Dio cane – goddammit Dio santo – oh my God Il mio tesoro – my treasure Ma' Don - surprise Manache – oh hell Mannaggia tua – shit damn Mia figli

(Well done, little one. Jace stepped forward, taller now, his voice steady despite the nerves in his eyes. “Hello, Nonna. Nonno. I’m Jace.” Nonna reached for him, her hands trembling as she cupped his face. “Così grande… un vero uomo ormai.” (So grown… already a young man.) He tugged at my sleeve. “Mama… why they talk funny?” I smiled, brushing his hair back. “They’re speaking Italian, baby. That’s their language.”

"Okay, I get that you are angry that I did not discuss it with you first, I should not have broken the news to you like that." "Is that your way of saying sorry? Cos it sucks, it really does." The conversation seemed intimate and he felt like he was intruding on her privacy. He turned to go when he heard the man say "Perdonami, il mio bambino." (Forgive me, my child.) He did not know much of Italian, but he knew that Bambino meant child. He wondered if the man was Chiara's father, the famous mafia don. "As long as we are clear concerning this."

The groom’s family erupted cutting me in, voices overlapping in savage Italian and English, “Troia sporca! You dirty slut, spreading like a street dog!” Jasper’s mother spat, face contorted. “Puttana incinta di un bastardo(pregnant whore with a bastard seed! You think you can disgrace us? We’ll cut it out of you ourselves!)” “Figlia di puttana!” another aunt snarled. (Daughter of a bitch! “You’ve soiled our name, you cum-guzzling tramp! Abort it now, or we’ll drag you to the alley and do it with a knife!”