Italian Romance Books Novels & Stories

Letta said again, making Marco just look at her nonchalantly. "So what? Are you ashamed because I found out that you like romantic novels favored by teenagers?" Marco retorted, making Letta click her tongue in annoyance. What's wrong with romantic novels anyway? It's not just teenagers who read them, she also needed entertainment to calm her mind, and one of the ways was by reading such romantic novels. "What do I have to be ashamed of? I don't like you touching my things," Letta said, then she stored the book where she usually kept her book collection. They then stared at each other again.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

Francesca knew this was a no-brainer, of the two men, one was a fifty-one-year-old widow and the other a twenty-eight-year-old bachelor. "Ah, Asher Evans it is then, I'll set a date for your first meet with him," Francesca declared when Joan picks the twenty-eight-year-old bachelor. Although Francesca thought it was quite unfortunate that her niece should go on a date with the wicked rascal, she had to concede, desperate times, desperate measures. "I don't understand, why would I go on a date with him?" "I told you it's an old tradition, it's an alliance between families, a marriage of opportunity, but who knows, it might spark some romance you desperately need in your life," Francesca state

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

) contain scenes from the first two books in this mafia romance series to provide some context and background info on the main characters' relationships. Some chapters in this book contain Italian dialogue [but not pivotal to the plot]. Translations are written inside brackets [ ]. Buckle up, friends! Enjoy Book III! ❤ • • • • • • • • Main Characters • • • • • • • • • Mykaela "Kel" Leviste Nielsen • Lorenzio "Enzo" Russo Tomassini • Maximiliano "Miles" / "Maxim" Cruza Falco • •••••••••• •

Then, as I scrolled further, a suggestion caught my eye: "Read romance novels to understand what love looks like in action." It sounded ridiculous, but desperation overrode pride. I clicked onto a bookstore website and began scrolling through its romance section. The titles and covers differed-some sweet, others fiery-but they all promised the same thing: a vision of what love might look like. I put a stack of them into my cart, trying to block out that nagging little voice inside my head, which questioned what I was doing. As I finished placing the order, I caught my reflection in the screen. Garrett Cullen, crime lord, feared by most, now rummaging through romance novels for answers. The t

"Then help me to smudge your scarlet lips all over my C****" * Slow burn * Erotic * Dark romance * Mafia romance A story of lust, love, betrayal, and loyalty.

"Looking all lovey-dovey." "Don't you two have studying to do?" "It's summer." Giulia waved off the suggestion. "And this is much more interesting. Uncle Matteo, the Ghost, all soft and romantic." "We didn't think it was possible," Marco chimed in. "Thought you were made of ice." "I'm going to be made of anger if you don't—" "Matteo." The voice cut through my annoyance like a blade. I turned to find Mrs. Clementine Romano, Vincenzo's mother.

Sitting on the plush Italian leather sofa, looking like he owned the entire world, was Roman. He was lethal. Impeccable. He wore a crisp, tailored navy suit that molded to his broad shoulders. His hair had been freshly shaved into a tight blonde buzz cut, highlighting the harsh lines of his jaw and the cold intensity of his piercing eyes. He looked handsome, calm, and entirely in control. Sitting right beside him, lounging with an arrogant posture, was Lanci…Franca’s fiancé. My mind reeled. What were they doing here together? Before I could process the sight of the two of them sitting in my family's living room, the swinging doors to the kitchen clicked open.

he asked with such politeness that Selene couldn't refuse, and her eyes lit up again. "Yes," she whispered in response. Frederick settled more comfortably in the chair and paid attention, feeling excited like a child. "Romeo and Juliet." "Eh?" "The book I have in my hands is about a tragic romance between Romeo and Juliet, by the author William Shakespeare. Do you still want me to read it?" she asked, unsure if he would accept. "I would be delighted to hear it, my Lady, please," he requested, and Selene nodded.