Italian For Devil Novels & Stories

I hiss out. He facepalms himself immediately and makes a sound of disbelief, “It’s not Japanese, it’s Italian!” then he grins, more excitement flashing in his eyes, “are you naked?” the rawness of his voice and the intense weight it seems to carry makes me snap. I grit my teeth and I slap him hard across the face. And he covers his cheeks with his hand and stares at me in shock. “That hurts! Diavoletto (You little devil)” “That’s what you deserve. I am in this mess all thanks to you.” I ground out.

I couldn't even look at him as I was literally trembling. "Look at me, Impaurito gattino" (Translation - Impaurito - scared Gattino - kitten ) I looked up immediately although I didn't understand what he said at last but I understood the part where he told me to look at him. As I looked at him, I saw a smirk on his face. I already hate it ! He was looking like a devil who would eat me alive in no time. Our faces were quite closer and what he did next made me kill him right now.

he chuckled like the devil. "But you know what? Alessio is lucky he has a daughter. If Lisa had birthed a son, I’d have killed him and trained the boy into the man I want. His daughter is going to die, and Alessio won’t even know about it. I’m the real devil — not Alessio," he smirked dangerously as he set Pietro and Stonia’s picture on fire with a lighter.

“Do you think he’s behind Michael’s disappearance?” “I don’t know what I’m thinking!” Vincent was so done with these people. Couldn’t they just answer like normal people? “I just want to know who this man is. What do you know about him?” “Vittorio Anthony Falsetti,” Ajax told him. “Also known as Diavolo, which means Devil. An American-Italian mafia gangster. The drug kingpin. And of course, a wanted criminal in more than fifty countries. He’s not the man you trifle with. He has got connections all over the world. Ever heard about the Five Families?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Sì?” She cocked her head to the side as she repeated what he said. “What’s ‘sì’?” “It’s ‘yes’ in Italian.” “Italian? You're Italian?” “Yes. I am from Italy. You are also Italian.” He stated. “I am? But I’m not from Italy; I'm from Devnia.” The little girl corrected. “Am I Italian, too?” Her brother asked, and he chuckled. “Yes. Half. Both of you are half Italian.” “And mum, is she Italian too?”

She sighed in relief. "Are you threatening her?" Ethan's sharp growl tore her out of her reverie. He would not stand here and watch Dante Guillermo harass Veronica any further. But ignoring everyone else, gaze wielded solely on Veronica, Dante smiled ruthlessly. "Affermi di amare e Yiu si vantano del tuo amore, ma sei il peggior diavolo in questo edificio." (You claim you love and you brag about your love but you're the worst devil in this building.)

) She snaps. “Sasha, ch—” “Che diavolo c’è che non va con te?” (What the hell is wrong with you?) She interrupts, fuming with anger. “Chi diavolo sei? Passi le tue giornate a bere e le tue notti a bere ancora di più, non riesci a fiutare un cazzo di topo al tuo tavolo e inizi una guerra per divertimento?” (Who the hell are you? You spend your days drinking and your nights drinking even more, you can’t sniff out a fucking rat at your table and you start a war for fun?) She scoffs. “Che diavolo ti sta succedendo?” (What the hell is going on with you?)

“Everything I built is gone, my men are dead, all thanks to you.” I kept my tone ice calm. “Hey, sciocco. I earned that name in blood long before you ever stepped into the game, so call that name with respect.” I paused as I let the silence stretch. “Blowing up your hideout is just one way of showing you why they call me the devil. Stay away from my woman. The next time it would be your head rolling across my floor while I fuck her close to your decapitated body.” He laughed bitterly. “Until then, DeLuca.”

I yell in Italian while Matteo just rubs his jaw and scoffs. “Firstly, you know fucking better than anyone to compare me to the other fuckers since you know firsthand what I am fucking capable of.” He says, switching to English, with a calm, steady tone, but his eyes have a deadly, dark look. Now I am looking at the Capo Matteo, the one they call ‘Il Diavolo’ (The Devil), not the fun-loving Matt of 5 seconds ago.

(Hey, you) I twisted his hand and grabbed him by his collar. "If you ever try to touch my woman again then I won't hesitate to kill your family." I threatened. He spit on my face and laughed. "Who do you think you are to threaten me?" I wiped off the spit and choked his neck. "Sono qualcuno da cui Diavolo viene a chiedere soldi. Se mi fate incazzare vi farò morire di fame." I whispered in his ear and he gasped. (I am someone Diavolo comes to, to beg for money. If you piss me off, I will make you guys die of hunger)