Italian Alphabet Lore Comic Studio Novels & Stories

The atmosphere in this room seems deadly "How rude of me sorry my name is Luca Morelli the Don of the Sicilian mafia," he says extending his hand and my eyes widen. My blood runs cold. If it wasn't for the sound of the bacon sizzling and the sound of this man's lips spreading into a smile I would think I was dreaming "Cazzo " I whisper shutting my eyes and he chuckles

Alex asked. “No, they forced Italy on the run. Alpha Lorenzo stayed behind with his top warriors and fended off the rogues he could while his pack ran. They all survived, we know how tough they are, but they are on the run. The rogues seemed to be content with this as soon as they crossed the Italy boarders they stopped chasing and retreated to Lorenzo’s packlands,” Nel told us.

“You mean, so all this time you were a member of the Aldebrando mafia group based in Italy? And that Keith Gilbert turns out to be Keith Aldebrando, the leader of the Aldebrando mafia group whose existence has only been considered an urban legend? Did I hear it correctly, Alan Chen? Cecilia stared in disbelief at all the lengthy explanations (but condensed by the man so as not to waste time and she really appreciated the man's efficiency) from Alan Chen, met with an anxious nod from Alan himself. She could feel his blood flow stop for a moment, unmoving for a bit. Then her eyes blinked while he moved a little away from Alan, who seemed to understand her surprising reaction as the man was sil

Infuriating! We were guided into the large library next door to the lounge, where our pack Alpha, Alberto De Luca was sitting at a large table, nursing a mug of coffee looking like he needed a few more hours sleep. I doubted the fact he had drunk three coffees already was going to do him any harm...

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

If he didn’t fuck his stepsister and make me think whatever this was, was for only as long as he couldn’t get in my pants. “Ahh…I heard you were bringing your luna.” A smooth voice with a heavy accent interrupted my musings. Alpha Lorenzo was almost as tall as Gabe. But he was more lanky, possessed a build not nearly as muscular as my mate’s. His slicked back long hair exposed piercings running up both ears. When he extended a hand to greet me, I noticed a tattoo of a lion on his forearm. Gabe had told me he was known as the lion of Andalusia. It was a nickname. When I’d asked Gabe if he had a nickname, he’d merely smirked and looked away briefly before continuing to talk about Alpha Lorenzo

she stuttered, her eyes darting between us. Luciano smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Bonjour, Madame Collete." "We need some clothes for Peniel. She needs to dress in a way that befits the new Luna, and my lover." The seamstress's eyes nearly popped out of her head, but she quickly composed herself, a smile plastered on her face. "Bien sûr, Alpha. Right away." She said. I looked to Alpha Luciano surprised that he knew another language but he seemed well traveled and as an alpha, he must have been to other packs in other regions of the world which only made me even more curious about madam Collete too since she doesn't seem like she's from around here.

"Ti chiamerò più tardi," He ends the call and walks back to me with a new smile. Lorenzo introduces himself properly. He is the alpha of the River Moon pack, a pack nearby and an ally to this one. They have the second-largest, strongest, and wealthiest pack after Lake Moon. "You look young, how old are you, bellissima?" he asks. bellissima? It means gorgeous. Heat creeps to my cheeks. "I turned eighteen," I answer. "So you're still in school,"

“Ummm........ Gabe, you have a.... pink little mermaid Band-Aid on your forehead.“ Leo said, trying not to laugh like the stupid asshole that he was. I opened my eyes, glaring at him. “Fuck you.” “But seriously, man, who did this to you?” He asked, sobering. “The fuckin Italians.” I spat the name out loud with venom and all my men just stood still. It was a surprise for all of them, hell even I can’t still believe it. “How? I mean, are you sure? Maybe it was a setup or something. There’s no beef between us.” I stood up and snarled, “What is that supposed to mean? You think I’m lying Leonidas or making that up?”

Alpha Asher says, with a blank face. It is hard to get a clear reading of him, and his pink hair is becoming quite a distraction. Of all colors to dye your hair, what Alpha in his right mind would choose pink? “As I said before, I’m Alpha Vincenzo of the Forza Nelle Tenebre Pack-” I begin, only to be cut off by Alpha Asher. “Well, that’s a super fancy name. Problem is, I don’t know any Italian. Mind translating that for me, Vinny?” He smirks cockily as he crosses his arms and kicks his bare feet, which are covered in a layer of dirt, up on the table.