Italian Alphabet Lore Comic Studio Novels & Stories

She yelled, and he stopped without turning "American, right?" He asked, to no response "You must be. It's written all over you. Word of advice, go back to the States. Italy is not a place for you," he said and started walking away. Lorraine hastened towards him "I believe you owe me an apology for knocking down my sketchbook," she said, enraged, and he scoffed and snickered lightly "Hi, Lorenzo. Maybe this one can make it here," he said and walked away. Lorraine stood puzzled for moments and then turned back towards Lorenzo

Leon, the masculine guy and Enzo, tall and skinny, bowed upon seeing me getting off my Lamborghini. "Boss! Buongiorno! (Good morning)" they both chimed in. "Buongiorno!" I answered back. "Com'è andato il funzionamento dei peluche? (How's the operation of the stuffed toys?)" we spoke in Italian most of the time, for there was some confidential information we couldn't just disclose with the female workers. These workers had no idea that me, their boss, was a mafia leader. They had no idea that the stuffed toys they made had illegal drugs stuffed inside.

And I knew that the идиот was gone for, the second he got rid of his glasses. (Idiot) Luca chuckled shaking his head amusedly, "The hell did you expect? We're Italians for fuck's sake. We don't do families of three. Plus, big families are awesome, it doesn't help with the fact that we fuck like rabbits too." Vale laughed at Luca's wording, obviously making what he said a sexually odd joke in his corrupted head but he soon shut his mouth as his father sent him a pointed glare, sparing us the displeasure of hearing whatever he wanted to say.

I watched as the Jokester's face began to pale, realizing he had an audience. “I suggest you give me a reason why I shouldn't banish you from our pack after I beat your preverted ass, Logan!” “Alpha Luca, Luna Victoria.” The Jokster tilted his head in submission. “I was just kidding around.” “Of course you were. Just like when the three warriors behind you will be just kidding around when they teach you a lesson in manners, bitch!” Alpha Luca’s voice dropped low, and when I looked, sure enough, three of the rogue warriors appeared. None of them looked pleased.

I leaned back slightly, turning my head just enough to look at him. “Well,” I said, a small smirk forming despite myself, “how about whether I should be scared that you have a… questionable tattoo.” His grin widened innocently. “What do you mean questionable?” “You know…” I made a motion of glancing down to his waist area and then bringing my gaze back up. He was grinning and I could feel the heat fill my cheeks. “A cock tattoo” “Cock… really? That is what you Italians call a dick?” “It sounds better”

'' He smirks. ''What are you guys talking about?'' I raise an eyebrow. ''Nothing. Men jokes.'' Alex shrugs, the smile turns out becoming a bit playful, ''Do you really want to hear?'' My eyes widen before I shake my head, ''God no.'' Deep inside, I know they're not talking about men jokes. It's obvious they are talking about something else. I should really learn Italian, it could come in handy during times like this. ''Lei è un po' rumoroso, non credi?'' Alex asks Andrei but his eyes are still on mine.

Since then, not a single werewolf had dared bear the name Daxiel. Luciano opened his mouth. "You really shouldn't—" "He already knows." Arya interrupted him. Luciano blinked. "He knows?" Arya nodded enthusiastically. "He even argued about which fish looked more like him." Silence. Then Luciano burst into laughter. A genuine, uncontrollable laugh. The mighty Supreme Alpha. The terror of countless kingdoms. Arguing about whether he resembled a fish. If anyone else had told him this story, Luciano would have called them insane. Yet Arya spoke with complete sincerity.

[I didn't give her what she wanted] "Normally I wouldn't say this because I'm a person who has respect, but I am finding it rude for you guys to laugh when I don't understand anything," she said and Mario's smile widened before looking at me. "È esuberante. Perché non le hai insegnato l'italiano?" I only shrugged and he looked at her smiling, "Ciao bella, lo sono Mario. Lorenzo's friend, it's err, great to finally meet you," he took her hand and kissed it, she smiled at him. [She's feisty. Why didn’t you teach her Italian?/ Hello beautiful, my name is...]

She always blames me for the past and never misses a chance to remind me. “Ben, the name of your company is Limone?” Laurel squeaks, sitting up. “I had no freaking idea.” “What’s the inspiration behind the name?” Hillary asks, looking at me. I don’t intend to answer but of course, Jake can’t help himself. “Ben used to be obsessed with lemons since he was five. The name just means lemon in Italian.” “Why Italian?” Laurel looks between us. “His first love’s from Italy,” Jake adds. I grit my teeth.

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.