Italian Novel Novels & Stories

When you leave your heart behind" Libro 2 Mi Corazon te pertenece - Book 2 My Heart will be yours Power & Temptation Mafia Series (Buenovela) (Goodnovel) Libro 1 Mafia Italiana - Book 1 Italian Mafia A****N KINDLE luna indomable spanish version Power & Temptation Mafia Series Book 2 "IVANOV" Russian Mafia Individual stories (Buenovela) (Goodnovel)

"The games I play usually end in blood." Ivan didn't dare move, just glared at me. "Do you have any idea who you're messing with?" I smiled, about to say something. Just then, the crowd parted. A man in a black silk shirt strolled over, oozing a dangerous, magnetic charm with every step. He had the classic profile of an Italian man—deep green eyes, dark brown hair that was just the right amount of messy. Victor Bellini. The Godfather of Italy's largest mafia family.

I didn't want her waking up and torn between herself again, upon seeing him. “Leave Romanov, better still decide our fate faster,” I intentionally kept calling him Romanov. I needed him to be reminded that we were Italians and they were Russians. We don't mix, the last time it happened, I knew the outcome of what happened. “You need to stop calling me Romanov, it's my name, fine. But you also know my name, it's Alceo. A L C E O,” he spelt it out for me. “We don't mix Romanov, the Del Vecchios and the Romanovs shouldn't mix. And I was just too stupid to take you for just an ordinary lecturer. You of all people should know the history between us, besides, you are Isiak’s favorite.”

I said quietly, “maybe not. In court documents, too bad, history didn’t get into the helicopter accident with him.” Color rose faintly in her cheeks again. Pretty. Expensive. Not enough. I went back to writing. “Fine. Classic Italian Garden for the private Los Angeles villa and the family estate in Italy. I’ll create two versions that feel connected, but not copy-pasted. LA needs to be lighter. More sunlit. Lemons, olive branches, ivory linen, maybe stone urns, wrought iron details, but not so much that guests feel they’ve been forced into a Tuscany vacation by the P*******t algorithm.”

Lorenzo made coffee too strong. Dante talked too loudly. Sofia argued with everything on principle. And Valeria sat at the kitchen table in the Palermo morning with her notebook open and her father's handwriting in her margins and the name on the page that was going to become something real and lasting and honest. Romano-De Luca Maritime. She added one more line beneath it. Founded in the belief that the people here deserve honesty. Her father's words. Hers now. She closed the notebook. She looked at the kitchen.

My hands shivered imagining Luciano putting that weapon on me, but pushed that thought on the edge of my mind. “Qual è il tuo ultimo desiderio? (What’s your last wish?),” the hundredth time I wished to understand Italian through a miracle, but got none as Luciano roared at bullet train’s speed. He didn’t look less than an insane wolf, but unfortunately, that was a turn on for me, or perhaps, I was left unsatisfied in the midst of a night. What the fuck, Jennifer

I sat down next to Lorenzo on the dinning table, his heavy gaze ready to burn a hole in my head with the intensity he is watching me. The servant served me the vegetarian Lasagna with Ricotta. It looked delicious and I can sense my mouth watering at the sight of this astonishing dish. Why do Italians have such tasty food? I picked up the fork from the table and sighed it into the dish. I lifted the fork to my lips but before I could put it in my mouth, I felt a familiar touch on my bare thigh under the table. My hand stopped halfway in the air at his sudden touch. My eyes widened in surprise and I gulped down a lump in my throat when his hand caressed the soft skin of my thigh, slowly and al

Something else makes her feel like Lu wants to keep using her for collateral damage, for he should have sold her out to his uncle, Zeno, who offered Gold, money, or drugs. She has heard Mafia, common in Italy, Us, and random romance novels she had read so far. She had even browsed about them to see they also lock humans to sell as slaves, they deal with drugs openly and kill whosoever gets on their way not kidnap a poor girl struggling to survive with her brother.

Chapter 10 Bursting out “No, no, never.” I continuously opposed the idea and my mind again remembered the feeling of his lips gliding on mine. His beating heart was below my chest, that resonating peaceful sound. The way I was molded to his body; I am experiencing the same pull again in air. “Then why are you blushing pink?” he asked, while closing the distance between us. “I am not.” I refused, shaking my head in negative. “Yes, you are fiocco din eve (snowflake).” He called me something in Italian again. Why he always says something in Italian when he very well knows I don’t understand Italian at all.

It's been five days since I arrived in Italy, and during this time, I've begun taking control of all my grandfather's businesses. Initially, the partners he worked with didn't seem convinced about me taking charge. However, I showed them that I'm just as capable as my grandfather to lead everything. Truth be told, I didn't care if they disagreed; I would simply take what rightfully belongs to me, as Bellini put it. I've also visited my grandfather, who remains critically ill since my arrival. On another note, Giulio has remained silent all this time, leaving me no choice but to get rid of him.