Italian Alphabet Lore Comic Studio Novels & Stories

“Do not make me swat your nose. Trust me, I know how to put an unruly wolf in his place, asked my papa’s wolf.” “I…my apologies, Luna Katrina. And to you, mate. My wolf…he tends to be more…” Ilario apologized as he stepped back. “Forward? I like it.” Celestina smiled, licking her lips with a dreamy look in her eyes. “Ilario, meet Celestina Marchesi. Celestina meets Ilario Somma, Delta of Nebrodi.” I introduced them. “Ilario and Ermes,” Celestina repeated their names.

I swore loudly, feeling so annoyed. I used 'they' because I did not even know who it was from, whether Luciano or Don Dada. I picked the paper up and unfolded it impatiently, my heart pounding as to what I would be meeting there. The moment I saw a seal that was different from Luciano's, I realized it was from Dada. No other Mafia asshole knew me, it was just both of them on my neck! Don's seal looked a lot different and better than Luciano's. It looked so graced and I admired it a bit before reading the content of the letter - it was obviously a letter.

"I'm going to the basement. I need a doctor to check this out." "I'm coming with you!" Aurora says quickly as she helps him up. I turn around and head upstairs to Stefano. He's back at the computer typing away. He's really good at this. As I enter the room I realize he hasn't noticed me because his eyes still focus on the screen. I stand next to him once again and he looks up at me. "I found it." Translation: Fratelli: brothers Sorella: sister Stronzo: asshole Uccisore: killer

Chiara’s POV With the money and identification cards spread across my desk, I noticed there was one final item still inside the envelope. A letter. I pulled it out slowly and unfolded it. The handwriting was unmistakable. Luciano De Luca’s. It read: Whether you choose to remain with Nightfall or travel elsewhere, you and your child will forever be welcomed and respected here. These cards will ensure that you may always return. Sincerely, Alpha King Luciano De Luca My fingers tightened around the paper.

Alaris *** "Alex!" A loud, excited yelp made me groan internally. What was so exciting about meeting my Beta? Wasn't she the one who was, apparently, nervous about the entire situation? Because she wasn't sounding anywhere near it to my ears. What I found more annoying was my Beta greeting her back with the same enthusiasm. "Sera!" "If you two are done with your greetings, can we focus on the more pressing matter here?" I couldn't hold myself back any longer. Their loud chirpings were getting my wolf worked up.

Then the four of them climbed into Johnny’s SUV and drove to the warehouse. “Mr. Mancini, thank God you came. These gorillas kidnapped me,” the man said nervously when they entered. “Ouch, now I’m a gorilla? That hurts,” Kevin joked. “What’s your name?” Alessandro asked. “Stefano Lombardi, sir,” the young man replied. “Your family—Bianca Lombardi?” Alessandro asked sharply. “No, sir. I don’t know any Bianca in my family, sir.” Alessandro laughed coldly. “Alright. You’ve got two choices. One—the easy way. Or two—the hard way.”

Lorenzo said rubbing my back up and down with his hand. I pulled away from Lorenzo and hugged my other three brothers. "Be safe, okay Insetto dell'amore." Matteo said making me nod my head against his chest. (Insetto dell'amore- lady bug.) Multiple footsteps were heard coming down the stairs making me pull away from Matteo to see Luca, Domenico and Giovanni with their book bags. "I thought you were in the car." Luca said making me chuckle. "I decided to hug the rest of our brothers but, before we leave I'm gonna go let dad know that we're going to school." I said and they nodded their heads.

There was no way she could stand in front of those many crowds and say something. Luciano's Family? Wasn't that an Italian family? Might as well be a Mafia family. "No, I'm not joking. Write down some things sweety, you can do it. Just say anything you want to say based on the market base and shipments and also...let them know who's the Boss." He said, and the smile on her lips widened. She knew what he was talking about. She had recalled that incident with the maid that was trying to talk rubbish the very same day they had arrived in Italy.

What. Was it true? Was he always alone all this time? "You..." he whispered. "You are not... our Anatoli..." Liam angrily grasped Ezekiel's neck. "Like I said, who the fuck is Anatoli?" ---- Note: Do you want to see the visuals of this story? Follow our Ins-tagramm account: @sagastories.id. By the way, this story is available as a comic/w*****n. Just look for the same title "The Alpha's Replacement Bride" on W e b t o on app.

The Tarmac Standoff The doors of the jet opened, and the heat of the Mediterranean sun hit them like a physical blow, carrying the scent of salt, lemons, and diesel. Standing on the tarmac were six black Alfa Romeos and twenty men armed with submachine guns. In the center stood Stefano Moretti—a man who looked like a sun-dried version of Roman’s father, his eyes as cold and gray as a tombstone. Roman descended the stairs, his hand firmly on the small of Angeline’s back. As they reached the bottom, Stefano didn't look at Roman. He looked at the ground near Angeline’s feet and spat. "You bring the Lombardi whore to the soil of our fathers?" Stefano’s voice was a dry rasp. "Vincenzo told me you