Italian Nobility Novels & Stories

The family crest at his cuff marked one of Sirelia's highest noble houses, a status far above the Calderones. Gabriele Bellamonte lowered his head and brushed a fallen petal from my shoulder. The movement was natural and intimate. Niccolo had grown taller. He wore a small suit and smiled brightly as he painted the two of us. There was no trace of the cautious child he once was at the Calderone residence. Stefano's chest tightened. He strode toward us, his voice trembling despite himself. "Alessandra…" I looked up at him, but there was not a ripple of emotion in my eyes. It was as if I was looking at a stranger.

"Excuse me?" "Was your family rich?" "Well yeah, that's a bit irrelevant though-" "Do you know any other family in Italy that has the last name Hunt and is considered to be apart of the Noble estate?" "What the hell...?" "Maybe fate does exist." Eremita comments. *** Written by Marshall Bishop.

I reached out to touch it then withdraw my hand "I didn't think it'd be sitting right on the table" "Go on" he tipped his head. smiling, I picked up the book opened it and leaned my back against his chest. The seven families of Italy. the made men. A made man is a male descendent of any family that has gone through the initiation rite of passage and has taken the oath to serve. the Salvatore family _capo dei capi _ New York. the Ferrari family_ Las Vegas the Moretti family _Atlanta the Lombardi family_ Miami he Romano family_

Rico stood behind him, going through the files in his hand. The Lavandor Ball was hosted by the richest family in Italy, the Lorenzos. An outdoor gathering for the rich to flaunt their status—one which the Don of the Lorenzo Empire prided in. They were the strongest mafia clan in Italy, after all. After a good 30 minutes, the Lorenzos finally showed up, taking the spotlight from everyone else. Francesco and his wife, Lucia, took their seats, but they didn’t come alone. They came with their three daughters, whom he hadn’t bothered to spare a glance at—but the youngest one… blonde hair, sea-blue eyes.

"The cars are all set and we're ready to go." "Perfect," I reply, "tell everyone to load up then." He nods his head before he goes off. I head to the car that I'll be taking with Luca and get in the driver's seat. This is a fight I'm dreading, but the funny thing is, is that I've never felt this way before about a fight. Elle is really doing a number on me. So my plan for the next couple days is to push her to the back of my mind and not get distracted to I can come back to her. Translations: figlio- son capo- boss signore- sir

It was still charging based on the blinking lights. It was the "more secure" phone Miles gave me before we broke up. Was he okay? Why did he think he and his mother wouldn't be safe outside of Valle Astra? Did Miles think his father would drag his name into the filthy crimes Stefano Falco committed with the Tomassinis? "I mean, they got eyes and ears everywhere." Gaia sighed on the other end. "I think his brother won't get more than ten years." "Same. His aunt's a countess, y'know." And I heard Enzo's other paternal uncle was a high-ranking official for many years. Just more proof that the Tomassinis were one of the most influential clans in Northern Italy.

Nikolai's Pov Leonardo Moretti have not just been a snitch to major families that he had past relationship with, but I knew better of his hate towards my family. The Mancini's have always been top in the country, known around the globe. Unlike the Moretti that have just became the second most important family. After gaining that title, Leonardo didn't fail to try hard to ruin the Mancini's businesses, this have caused a blood feud between both families.

Old age was evident on him. We entered the church, and all eyes turned to me. The bride. The soon-to-be wife of Don Adri, the son of Dante one of the most dangerous men in the Italian Mafia, so feared not even the police liked to interfere. So popular, he had loyal men in and out of Italy and, after his death, all that was his became Adriano's.

Adrian was a tall, handsome man, he looked just like his dad except he was more brawny and his hair was completely brown while his dad's hair was mostly grey. The Nicolettis and Marianos were the two powerful Italian mafias in Massachusetts and they owned most of the territories. The smaller gangs operated far away from their territories and anyone who wanted to use their territories had to have an agreement with them. It was the same between them, if either one of them needed to use the other's territory, they had to agree on it so as to prevent war between them. "Buona sera, Leonardo." (Good evening, Leonardo.) "Buona sera, Carlos." (Good evening, Carlos.)

her gaze meets mine, "Valentina." "You’ve never liked any of my exes," Dante says dryly, tongue sliding over his teeth in frustration. "Well, they weren't good enough, if you ask me. Look at this one, for instance. What could she possibly offer you, huh? You're a business mogul, Dante, so you should know she's an investment one way or the other—" "Not everything has to go your way." Florence holds up her hand. "If your father had married beneath his station, do you honestly believe the Romano name would hold the influence it does today? Legacy, my dear, isn’t sustained by affection—it’s sustained by association."