Italian Nobility Novels & Stories

the great Don—in front of guests, no less—I nearly choked from the satisfaction. Of course, Alessandro wouldn’t let them control him forever. I had expected him to break away much earlier, but patience had its reward. And now? The collapse of Don Francesco’s perfect little plan was better than anything I could have orchestrated myself. “Idiots,” I muttered, smirking. Absolute idiots. Ginevra, with her delusions of being untouchable… walking around with that entitled smirk like Alessandro was a prize she already owned. And Don Francesco—her great father—boasting to every member of La Camorra and half of Italy that his daughter would one day be the Vitale daughter-in-law. That only a Vitale bl

“The doctor who did my check-up. Is she one of the real ones? She was in a specially secured lab, wasn’t she?” Ambrosio nods, still smiling patiently. “The Milano family has a long history of being Angels of Death and producing a few harmful products that helped the Degli Baronesi family get a lot of power. They are one of their oldest friends and are very respected on the territory. Well, at least what is left of them.”

Inside the box was a single book, its cover embossed with the lion crest and the words Sanguis et Superbia — Blood and Pride. Nonna Bianchi’s voice softened. “Do you know what that title means?” Elena shook her head. “It’s the history your families buried,” the woman said. “The Romano and De Luca lines were never meant to be enemies. They were one house once, bound by oath and blood. But pride split them — and in that split, the council was born.” Lucia frowned. “So the feud was engineered from the beginning.” The old woman nodded. “The council needed chaos to control power. They stole your ancestors’ unity and turned it into rivalry. That’s why Matteo called it the stolen pride.”

, Lydia replied, handing her the shirt. "Thank you", Lorraine retorted "So because he's famous, he gets to be a douche?" She asked, and the girls all shared a questioning look. "What?" Lorraine asked as she put on her shirt "Don't you know?" Lydia asked "Know what?" Lorraine replied "Deangelo is Chancellor Franscesca's son. They own this school and are the wealthiest family in Italy," Caterina said.

And the cruel man downstairs, he was everything I wanted to forget. Cold. Dark. Ruthless. The King of Italy. The Vitale twins ruled over the island of Sicily but Fabiano? He was the King of the rest of Italy. That didn’t end there. He was an arms dealer. He had factories, illegal organizations making the deadliest weapons. He sold them to anyone who made the highest bid. Even he sold them to terrorists. How many deaths were on him? Probably more than a person can keep record of. My trembling limbs carried me to the steel rails, I looked down at the scene in front of me. I had to pinch myself to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming.

Then, he organized his thoughts and started to explain, “Many years ago, the public affairs of Florence seemed to be controlled by the imperial court in Kiyoto, but in reality, the ones truly pulling the strings were the five ancient martial families operating in the shadows.” The ancient martial families! This was the first time Noir, Halle, and Andrius heard of their existence in Florence. “At that time, the five ancient martial families were the Kleins, the Swallows, the Fullers, the Sheppards, and the Anders.” After a brief pause, Registus continued, “Andrius, your original last name was Klein. You were from the Kleins, which was the leading family among the five ancient martial families

I skim my eyes over the new environment I was in then glancing down at my wedding ring, it's a simple white gold band and. “Having regrets?” His voice caught me by surprise. I gasp out startled at his sudden Intrusion, lifting my gaze towards the doorjamb where all six and a half feet of Vitalo Patrakis was in repose, casually leaning against one side, one ankle crossed over the other, his expression impossible to interpret. "Rule number One On How To Handle A Greek Overlord" Never let him have his way at all! Because he might just uproot you from the life and people you know and when they're in control you become their prey!

Vincenzo's eyes narrowed, "And I would have been disappointed if the Costello boss stopped believing he owned every room he entered." "I actually do own every room I enter..." he laughed and then, Nikolai's attention shifted toward Gianna for only a brief second before politely looking away. Another convoy arrived outside. The front doors opened again. The Visconti Family Headed by Leonardo Visconti. A man whose family had ruled the ports of southern Italy for generations. If something illegal crossed the sea... The Visconti Family knew about it first. Behind them came the Falcones. Their leader, Valentino Falcone, towered above nearly everyone else in the room.

They were…strange, and the most noticeable thing about him, apart from the chiseled jawline that highlighted his Italian roots. Nero DeLuca. He was the youngest heir to the DeLuca Italian-American dynasty. Many knew his name, but very few ever saw him. I didn’t expect him to be a nerd, but it seemed like he was. He didn’t smile or look at any of us. If anything, it seemed like he couldn't care less that we were there. He looked like a king sitting on very expensive furniture in the middle of his spacious living room with high ceilings, golden ambiance, and impressive chandeliers.

The news about Alessa's true parentage had not gone well with Marco. It had struck him like a bullet. He never imagined anything like that. Vittorio Morreti was a man he had prayed not to be like in terms of forming a family. He was a man believed to have whiled away his youth without securing to himself an heir to inherit his empire. A king without an heir. La Corona Nera was said to be inherited by his nephew when he was dead. But the people knew better. They all knew there as going to be a squabble over power when Vittorio dies, especially if he dies suddenly.