Italian Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Jake tagged along like a shadow, giving a small smile to the agents that walked past. "Agent Brown, Agent Spencer." Supervisory Special Agent Harroway dropped a large file on the table that took half the room. "We have a murder case on our hands." "So much for drinking," Jake murmured, bringing a smile to Charlie's lips. "The crime took place at eight p.m two days ago and it's got Cosa Nostra all over it." "Oh, not again," Charlie groaned. Organized crimes never seemed to decrease. Instead, they grew larger in number each day. Despite the risks, they still went on committing crimes while involving in such diabolical crimes giving the squad a non-stop headache.

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

’ Josef answered surprised, not believing his brother. ‘Seriously, go on say a title of a book and I’ll tell you what it’s about.’ Hadrian answered putting the book aside. ‘Alright then.’ Josef answered thinking of a title. ‘The Betrothed.’ ‘A novel by the Italian Alessandro Manzoni,’ Hadrian answered instantly. ‘It’s a story about Renzo and Lucia who wanted to get married but was forbidden by Don Rodrigo. Why? Because Don Rodrigo has his eyes on Lucia.

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

I was so intent on writing that I didn't notice that Loreta had approached me again. “Is everything all right?” “Yes,” I said with a smile. “I had a long time without inspiration to write, so I'm finally thinking about my next novel.” “Alessandro told me you write romance,” Loreta said with a smile. “I look forward to reading that, Chiara. I know it will be fun.” I nodded and went back to my room. The problem was that Alessandro's lack of scent drove me completely crazy.

Love replied. “Okay love, what about me? Huh?” Belle asked wondering. “What do you mean, what about you?” Love replied. “Well I mean, do I also not strike you as a romantic? Do i strike you as the sexual type?” Belle asked eagerly. “Well Belle, if you must know, you’re never open about these things. You always talk about how much you hate and despise guys. How you think they are all so disgusting and disrespectful. Literally, no guy who has ever had a crush on you, didn’t end up getting crushed by you.

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I commended taking a sip of the wine and she smiled, nodding. “Yes I did, but I was barely able to keep myself in control. Romano is a handsome work of art and I think I was... dare I say it, falling in love with him.” Vivian revealed, whispering the last part to me like it was some sort of abomination or taboo, and matter of factly, it actually was. “Italian men have this irresistibly charm and charisma. I honestly don’t blame you for falling for him.” I shrugged.

The wives and daughters clustered near the bar, whispering behind their drinks like we couldn't hear them. One of them, a sharp-faced woman in red, leaned toward the others. "Look at her. Hanging on Romano like she owns the place. After what happened at her wedding? Shameless." Her friend laughed softly into her glass. "He's obsessed. Did you see how he threatened Victor last time? All for her. Dante Caruso must be furious." "Poor thing," another added, loud enough for me to hear. "From bride to captive to whatever this is. He'll get bored eventually. They always do."