Italian Novella Novels & Stories

The man in the bar was looking at her with lust... with passion, and something deep inside her liked it, a new story was beginning, one that would unleash rivers of blood, Caterina had met Hades Visconti, without knowing what that event would end up unleashing in her life, without knowing that it had marked her destiny.

he spat on the floor after that to show his dislike for Aleksandr's wife. “That Italian bastard killed our Pakhan here. He killed Igor's father. And You not only married that Italian whore you enthroned her beside you!" Aleksandr's eyes turned as dark as the fires of hell. His whole body was burning in cold fury. "You forgot about Bratva for an Italian pussy. Y…" Aleksandr didn't give him a chance to finish his sentence as the next second He shot him directly in the mouth. Once. Twice. Thrice. Olga and Zavndy let out horrified screams while Mikhail didn't even blink.

Th‍e line went dead silent. Nonna stare​d at the⁠ screen. T⁠he sev​ere,​ hardened matriarch of the Moretti clan—the wo‌man who ha‍d‍n't b​linked when men wer‌e shot in her courty​ard—su‍ddenly pressed a trembling hand‌ to her mouth. "A b‍aby," she whis‌pered in Italian, her voice cra​ck⁠ing. "Una nuova vita." (A‌ n​ew lif‌e).

She gave him a cold shoulder and continued her hunt before fishing out a book, amused by the title because Nicholas isn’t a man who encourages romance novels. The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco. Don’t tell her, he has hidden interests? She opened the book to see a note inside, written in Italian by Nicholas and a smile adorned her face as she saw his neat handwriting. Nicholas frowned as he moved closer to her, confused about her choice of novels. He thought she is more into Love & Gelato than The Name of the Rose. His suspicions got cleared after few seconds as Clarissa closed the book with a thud and put it back in it’s place, rolling her eyes in disgust.

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'' Novella Novella walked out of the room with her in pieces there was once a time she was deeply in love with Kanji. Two years ago Novella Committed a sin to save Kanji from Debt Collector there was a time where kanji was on addictive drugs. it was an impossible situation Novella Hid this from her Parent she would offend pay off his debts. But when she couldn't pay in gold she had to pay by other memes. The Result end up saving Kanji's Life but it broke their relationship but the truth was they were both still in love with one another.

How could it not be. I got a new job with higher pay in Italy and I've been taking weekly Italian lessons with Adrianna. I’ve started to improve and I can even hold a conversation in Italian now. The job I got is still as a graphic designer because I really love the job but now I just work in Italy, I wanted to work at Luciano's company but we agreed that dating the boss wasn't exactly the most Ideal situation for us. It’s gonna become far too complicated and I know I know when aren’t we complicated?

There was no regret or shame on his dark face; on the contrary, his godlike, ruthless charisma completely filled the room. "Nobility?" Matteo murmured, his voice cold and rough, like the echo of the dirty, dark alleyways of Naples. "Those who told you those lies, Nova, are cowards who are now kissing my feet to survive. I didn't have a family. A last name, a father to stand behind me, a deep-rooted underground alliance to protect me... None of it. I was just any street dog, raised in the sewer-smelling slums of Naples, behind garbage containers, ganging up on the streets, having to stab three people a day to survive."

She asked in a crafty manner. "Well, My night was great, splendid even. And I would say I came back at the exact time I intended," Francesca said pausing from her novel. She stopped reading the novel, bookmarked and closed it, to turn her attention to Joan "what about you? How did your night go? Did anything eventful happen? Anything I should know about?" Francesca asked, her bright green eyes boring into Joan's amber ones. "Erm... uh... eventful? Uh... what do you mean by eventful?" Joan asked in a stutter as she averted her eyes from her aunt's.

“a beautiful woman like you, shouldn’t be sitting alone looking lost in a place like this” She’d heard that line before, she swallowed the last of her drink. “let me get you another one”, he signaled the waiter and a got a bottle, he opened the bottle and poured her a drink in the gentle manly way. “here”. “so tell me, Amore mio, what is your name”, he said. Oh god, another Italian, what was it with her and Italian men for goodness sake “only if you tell me yours”, dear lord was she flirting, she never thought she still had it in her but screw it, Domingo was having fun with a bimbo, she might as well have fun and sharpen her skills, who knows may be she stills got it.