Italian Romance Novels Novels & Stories

For one dizzying moment, she wanted to reach out, to bury her fingers in them, to feel the weight of everything she’d ever lied for resting in her palm. But she didn’t move yet. Dante watched her watching the stones, his gaze unreadable. “You know,” he murmured, stepping close enough that she caught the faintest trace of smoke and cedar, “liars don’t last long in this city. They burn out…quickly.” Valentina’s smile sharpened, all teeth and poise. “Then you’d better hope I’m not lying, Mr. Romano.” The diamonds burned between them, and the trap tightened with every glittering breath.

Bernard Collins: heir to a rival family, Francis' supposed friend, but the man was really his competitor. I had an idea of what Bernard had done. More than once, Bernard had tried to charm me, telling Francis he would give up some turf if I joined the Collins family. However, I knew it was not about romance. To guys like them, power was always more important than love. Bernard must have made another play for me. Francis, with his crazy need to keep me, would never let me go. I knew how this would end. "Mr. Collins has been kind to you," Nora murmured. "He even asked if you wanted help...help getting away."

I hope that you enjoyed the new updated story for spicing up the ranch. I have quite a few other books listed on GoodNovel if you're interested in my style of writing. Some are erotic stories such as the assistant, Swedish sugar, the alpha son needs his match, and keeping it within the family. I also have science fiction romance such as Stardust. We also have quite a few other romance styles both in the past like a timeless love. And in the present such as the dangers of dating.

“I’m not as shameless as you! I simply can’t bear to see you acting all bold and confident while stealing someone else’s fiancé. It’s another story if you love Michael, but you’re just using him for revenge. Your twisted personality makes you jealous of others' happiness!” Infuriated, Suzy could not care less about speaking politely. “You’re calling me a third party, but aren’t you a homewrecker yourself? Do you think you’re nobler than me?” What was this about? Could people not tell right from wrong anymore? Even a homewrecker was starting to seek justice for another homewrecker. “I’ve never called myself noble and I wish you’ll not pretend to be that in front of me. I’ve seen many disgusti

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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.

As if chaos wasn’t pulsing just beneath the surface of it all. As if Alessia Romano hadn’t looked at him tonight like she wanted to bury a knife in his chest. A slow smirk curved his mouth. She’d be a challenge. He’d known that before he ever laid eyes on her. The Romano heiress was sharp-tongued, prideful, beautiful—an untamed flame wrapped in silk and pearls. But what the world didn’t understand was that Dante didn’t fear fire. He consumed it.

Hearing my footsteps everyone turned to me, “Venessa… meet Julianna Mitchell, she’s one of Nikolai’s… friend, she live with us,” Flora introduced me to her, Venessa smiled at me. She looked quite young and she had a beautiful smile. Friend huh! My subconscious mocked. “Hello,” she greeted, “Julianna…Meet Venessa Francisco, she’s Lorenzo’s wife,” Flora introduced, Italians? I was confused. “Hi, nice to meet you,” I smiled back, my eyes moved to the baby girl beside her and I couldn't stop myself from moving towards her.

and moved back. Everything was too much for me to intake. All surreal but scary. I composed myself and said," I used to think you are an irritating, arrogant, and ruthless businessman. Never in my dreams, I thought you can be a ‘hopeless romantic’ too.” "See, when it comes to romance, I believe in keeping it simple. For a second, did you call me ‘hopeless romantic’ by any chance?", his words held a little annoyance. Very little that to be noted.