Novel & Cerita Italian Love Stories

Just across, One of Marco's guards stood across the street, sunglasses on, hands folded in front of him. Around noon, I stepped into the break room to get coffee. It was difficult not to notice two women at the far end of the room whispering loudly, like they actually wanted me to hear. "Her husband's Marco Virelli Martini. You know who he is, right?" one of them said. "Yeah, I heard," the other whispered. "She married into blood money." I ignored them, although I do much wanted to give th a piece of my mind, I chose not to. They had no idea what I'd been through. What I was still going through.

Disclaimer This book is a modern version of the Classic Romeo and Juliet love story and it is therefore set for the most part in Sicily and Italy. The two families involved are Mafia families so some of the script is written in Italian with the English translation in brackets. It does not distract from the story, if you cannot read Italian, read the English! Enjoy!! 'Alessandro, fermati, per favore devo riposare.' [Alessandro, stop, please I must rest.]

“Even if you never remember being Vanessa?” “Even then. I love you as Victoria. I’ll love you as Vanessa. I’ll love you as whoever I turn out to be.” Alessandro had kissed me then, soft and sweet under the Roman stars. “Ti amo, my beautiful wife.” “Ti amo anch’io.” The Italian had slipped out without thought. Natural as breathing. Alessandro had gone still. “Did you just…?” “What?” “You answered in Italian. Perfect Italian.” I’d felt a flutter of something.

“We will even fly out of Italy if you want. You guys can take everything. Please.” “Come on, love, don’t beg me. You are a Vallenis, and a Vallenis doesn’t beg.” He smiled and walked closer to her. “You see, I want to end this real quick, but... but still, I want someone to tell the story of how the great Don Lorenzo begged for his life.”

Trace said remarkably. Neither of us wants to believe in that kind of love. Our lack of faith stems from a variety of sources. My cousin's words hit me hard. Even if I were, I wouldn't be in love with her. But just the thought of Calli's sweet face turning my dick hard, I longed for her company and voice. If I had all day, I'd stand and look at her. Or maybe I am too horny as hell right now. I'll figure it out once I fuck her. I knew that it was lust and not love.

Lucian asked, his fingers caressing her cheek gently in contrast to his intense stare at her. "I... I am just curious," Aurelia mumbled a response. "Fine. I will satisfy your curiosity once and for all, Principessa." He looked deeply into her eyes that seemed to be urging him to tell her the truth about how much he loved her. "I, Lucian Romano, have never ever fallen in love..." His gaze dropped to her lips as he could no longer stand looking into her eyes. "And I will never fall in love, so those who love themselves and don't want their hearts broken ensure they don't love me."

"Am I okay with it, are you kidding, that's the best news you could give me, just when I thought I couldn't love you anymore, you tell me you're going to give me another child." "So, are you happy?". "I am more than happy, there is just one more thing that will make this day absolutely perfect." "Does it involve your member being inside me?" she laughs. "Of course it does, again and again and again until you moan with pleasure and even then, I will give you more much more." "My principessa, my woman, my wife I love you Fiorella." "I love you Lorenzo, my Italian Devil." E N D ******************************

A bond that strengthened through trials and tribulations. A love that laughed at impossibilities. Uthando's laughter echoed, a promise of a brighter tomorrow. Their illicit love story became a legend. A testament to love's transformative power. A reminder that true love conquers all. *Love is love, even if it is illicit Like light remains light, even in the darkness* - - - THE END “Dear beloved readers,

“Ah, the famous ‘how we met’ story. Well, I guess it’s about time we told the whole thing.” Maria, his mother, perked up, a warm smile spreading across her face. “I would love to hear it again too,” she said. “It’s always been one of my favourites.” Again? That would imply that she had already heard this story before. I turned and looked at Jake ready to hear about this romantic story on how we met. Jake turned and faced his sister, Maya.

It should be with someone else, someone who can actually offer me the love I need. Maybe that’s why I want to go to Italy. To see Verona and Tuscany. Italian men are passionate. That’s exactly the kind of love I want. Even if I don’t find the love of my life there, a one-night stand wouldn’t be the worst idea. At least I wouldn’t die as a virgin. I let out a loud sigh of relief, as though that was enough to ease the tension gnawing at me. My gaze drifts to the food I had prepared earlier. The steam has long since faded, and I’m sure it’s already cold.