Italian Novella Novels & Stories

'' 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.

Tony leaned back against the driver’s leather seat. Hair shorter. Clothes sharper. Ready to play a charade with his goddamn family. He tapped his fingers on the wheel as the mountains of northern Italy rolled past. The moon hung low over Lake Como. Lighting up the quiet hills and casting magic shadows over villas like some kind of a wizard. ‘Those villas held more secrets and ‘magic’ than saints.’ he thought bitterly. A man can suddenly disappear like magic. Without a trace. “These people are more like fucking magicians than mafia.”

She happily exited his mansion. While a small smirk didn't leave his lips for even a once. Now it was a time for him to claim what was his. Not every love brings roses and sweets. Some prefer thorns and poison. ______________________________________ The Italian that I am using in the book is from G****e translate so maybe there will be some errors. _____________________________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. Spread the purple heart.

Her eyes fluttered weakly. And that was when she noticed it. The stranger’s gaze had dropped to the necklace around her throat. Confusion crossed his face first. Then something colder. Horror. His grip on her tightened slightly. “…Where did you get that?” Elena tried speaking. But darkness consumed her before the words could leave her lips. — Italy. Somewhere far from the small town Elena had fled to. A man screamed. The sound echoed violently through the underground room before cutting off into broken sobbing.

In six months I would have enough money to open my bakery, and I would never have to think about Niccolo Romano, or his terrible family ever again. But six months was starting to feel like six decades. I finished breakfast and tidied up the room the way I always did, out of habit more than anything else. Then I sat on the edge of the bed and opened my Italian dictionary. I had been working through it every evening and some of the words were starting to stick. Enough that I could follow small pieces of conversations I was not supposed to be listening to. Like last night at dinner, I had understood all the insulting things Julia was telling Marco about me in Italian, but I kept eating and pret

19-04-2024. Hi guys, I'm now taking the time to edit the book properly now that I have the right tools to do so. Here are a few Italian words Luca uses throughout story I have translated into English. I will continue to update the list as I go through the book. Thanks! Si = Yes. Salve = Hi. Cara mia = My beloved. Caro mia = My darling. Tesoro = Treasure. Merda= Shit/ Crap.