Italian For Devil Novels & Stories

Beads of sweat formed in his head while his heart pounded fast and deep against his chest. "Quanto ti ha dato?". The devilish man asked in his cold Italian accent. His voice was so deep and void with no emotion as he stared deadly into the poor man's eyes. In English he was asking the man "How much did he give you?".

The teacher replied that this was a class about the country's history, not about Catholicism and such. "But, sir, fallen angels exist, right?" he asked. I raised my gaze since that question, for some reason, caught my interest. "Obviously, Mark, they are demons now," the somewhat exasperated teacher replied. "But are they on Earth in human form or are they spirits?" "Spirits." "How can you be so sure?" the boy insisted. "It's in the Bible, Mark, I recommend you read it; you'll find many of your questions there." "I've always thought fallen angels are like you and me, the fallen ones, of course, because the angels of light, I believe, are spirits. If the fallen ones are on Earth, why wouldn't

My eyes widened when i saw one of the men in black suits pointing a gun at the lady's forehead. Are they really going to kill her? I can't led that happen. I only have months to live but I could save this lady's life but how? . These men, especially Cesare Ferrari, were dangerous and a little mistake could end both I and the person I wanted to save. "saluta il diavolo quando arrivi" ( Say hello to the devil when you get there) . His lips stretched in a wicked smirk and the man holding the gun readied his hand to pull the trigger.

I swerve on to the exit ramp and see Mario shaking his head with a small smirk. "You drive home then," I chuckle as he adjusts the hat over his face. Translation: fratello: brother Stronzo: asshole Figlio di puttana: son of a bitch Papà: dad arriviamo: we come Musica: music Bambino: child sta' zitto: shut up Promettere: to promise

The air reeked of iron and death, heavy and nauseating. “Too noisy.” The voice that followed was chilling—calm, devoid of any emotion yet deep and smooth like a devil's lullaby. It belonged to only one man: Leonardo Morano. Known in hushed whispers as the Devil himself, his mere presence drained the warmth from the room.

And I was fine with that, because it was better to be unwanted than to be trapped. Caterina wiped her face and groaned. “Why couldn’t I have been promised to someone normal? Not the Moretti twins. Everyone calls them devils for a reason. One of them is supposed to be cold hearted, the other… God, they say he’s worse,” She shuddered like she just imagined something terrible. “I’m going to end up buried in their cellar, aren’t I?” I crossed my arms. “You don’t know that.” “All done. I’m going to check up on the event planners now. Don’t get any ideas, Caterina. Be downstairs in five minutes.” I scolded, not wanting to get punished again for her actions.

I slid my hand down to her throat and gave it a possessive squeeze in return. “Careful, little devil. Sheath your claws, it's my time to punish.” I leaned down and nipped at her bottom lip, sucked on it until it was tender in my mouth and the next bite had a drop of blood welling up. I licked it, tasted it and growled. “Lo farò soffrire, proprio come ha fatto male a me, mio diavoletto.” I am going to make it hurt, just as much as it hurt me, my little devil.

he said with a nod. WORD TRANSLATION < >stupidi traditori < >stupid betrayers < >Coglione miseducate < >Rude jerk < >Tu dici? < > You say? < >NO ... Niente di niente, signore < >NO...Nothing at all, Sir

Dante cursed in italian. "You are fucking made for me" Dante growled as she squirted onto his hands.

We pulled away when I realized that he was straddling me. I blushed at the position. "I want you so badly right now. But I will wait for you until you are ready." he said stroking my cheeks. He was about to get off when I stopped him. I looked up at his eyes, staring at them. "I'm ready." I said as I stared into his eyes. "You sure?" he asked. Without answering him, I pulled him into a kiss. I gave myself to him that night. We became one. I gave myself to the devil. I was arranged to the devil.