Italian For Devil Novels & Stories

‘This is the life’ Jackie closed her eyes and took a long drink of her wine, ‘I think I am going to enjoy it here’ Dawn grinned as a group of young Italian guys sauntered over, Penso che a Dio manchino quattro dei suoi angeli più belli. Possiamo unirci a te e offrirti da bere?' [I think God is missing four of his most beautiful Angels. May we join you and buy you a drink?] Melissa laughed out loud, ‘lo adorerò qui' [I am going to love it here’] She replied in perfect Italian as the young men sat down.

‘Are you really that stupid?’ She spat at him, ‘Spit it out Bratva bitch’ She pushed her hands against his chest but he grabbed them and pinned them against her sides, ‘They will kill him and then they will come for you’ She shouted at him and his eyes darkened, he did not hear her his blood was pumping through his veins lust burning every cell in his body, ‘Cazzo sei così caldo’ [Fuck you are so hot]

They were in the Mafia , not GOD. Unknown POV In Sicily figlio di puttana! Bastardo! Coglione cosa ci fate lì, bastardi Sono sciocco a credervi coglioni! Ho pensato che potessi aiutarmi a cancellare queste stronzate di Capo. È un fottuto Capo. (what are you doing there you Bastards I am a fool to believe you are pigheaded! I thought you can help me to erase Capo's bulshit. He is a fucking Capo.)

Isabella wondered who this Leonardo person was and why was he so feared but as she started to put two and two together her heart began racing in her chest as she remembered where she heard that name before. " Il diavolo"( The devil) was what her gang leader father called him, her father was a feared and powerful man, but as he said this to his associates he said so with fear clearly written all over his face and the thought that she was being taken to him didn't help her growing anxiety. They walked down four sets of stairs and soon entered a darker mustier area.

She nodded her head slowly and asked, “What is bitch in Italian?” He raised a brow and said, “La Cagna or la puttana.” She pursed her lips and asked, “What about fuck you?” “Vaffanculo,” he aswered. She nodded her head and asked, “How about go kill yourself?” His brows knitted as he answered, “Vai a ucciderti.” “And I will kill you?” She again. “Ti uccidero. Why are you asking me this?” He questioned her. “One thing my mother taught me is that you need to learn the swear words first and especially the words, I will kill you in a different language,” she answered.

I'm about to break down the door with a scream when miraculously the door opens. "3" I whisper. "Che diavolo ci fai qui stupida ragazza?" (what the hell are you doing here stupid girl?) The angry voice of none other than the devil himself booms inside the confined space of this room. He is so tall against the door frame, he looks like the angel of death himself with his black three-piece suit that clung to his muscled body. "I asked you something!" He seethes again but this time now in English.

Although Janice wasn't an expert when it comes to board games, she knew the meaning of most words, and she was also careful not to let Jules trick her. Janice glowered. “That is a wrong spelling, your majesty.” “Really? I thought I saw 'scod' whilst leafing through the dictionary yesterday.” “I believe that is a blatant lie. It is 'Scold' and not 'Scod'. I haven't come across such a word.” “Then you call me a liar?” Jules said. “Rather, I'm calling you a cheat,” Janice replied. “That's outrageous!” Janice flinched whilst staring at Jules. He furrowed his brows, and his eyes glinted. He seemed offended, and she would have believed it was genuine if she didn't know him.

Dio (God)… the hatred in them could burn an entire city to the ground. “Nikita!” Valentino’s voice thundered from behind her, filled with rage and warning. “Touch a single strand of her hair and I will show you exactly why they call me Il Diavolo di Milano (The Devil of Milan)!” She did not even turn to look at him. Instead, she smirked. “Is the Devil of Milan in the room with us?” she taunted, giggling lazily. My breath caught as her hand slid from my face to my chin, then slowly down to my neck.

“What? She’s the property of the Burning Devils, and I’m not leaving without her.” “Well, me as the head of the mafia in the USA is saying that you are going to be leaving here without her, and I don’t think your little club will be able to take down the Mafia. So, if I were you, I leave now and forget about Angel or you might lose your life and all those in your club.” He stared me down with such angry and I just smiled at him daring him to challenge me over this. He then turned to Levi.

1st man said on which 2nd man who was sitting calmly, becomes shocked, and while getting up from his chair said, “Che Diavolo? Come Diavolo sta con il re? E perché non-ho mai Saputo di questa cosa? (What the hell? How in hell, she is with the King? And why I never got to know about this thing?)” 2nd man said on which 1st man said,