Novelas y relatos de Italian Romance Novels

"I also tried reading to you once. While you were asleep. I picked a romance novel." Louis's eyes widened. "Which one?" "The one you had on your nightstand." "That was a dark romance, Lorenzo. The main character gets buried alive." Lorenzo winced. "I didn't get that far. I fell asleep before the plot started." Louis shook his head, "You are hopeless and annoying” "Hopelessly in love with you," Lorenzo said, the words slipping out before he could stop them. Louis went still. "Don't read any more romance novels," he muttered. "You're bad at it."

CHELLEY MORETTI When I walked to Romano, With Jules and Rita close behind me, we exchanged handshakes. Romano’s grip was firm and warm over mine, his palm lingering over mine longer than etiquette allowed. His eyes held mine without wavering, the faint curve of his lips deliberate, and his masculine perfume filled my nose. “I’ve heard the stories,” he said smoothly, his voice deep, accented faintly with old money and heritage. “They say Mrs Moretti’s beauty is unmatched. But I see now… The stories were modest compared to reality… You are ethereally beautiful.”

Maybe it’s time to get out of the way before he exposes us. That night, silence spread across the Romano estate. Most of the men had gone to bed, their footsteps and voices gone. But somewhere upstairs, moaning sounds filtered through the heavy walls. Rhythmic. Lustful. Dante was giving Valentina deep back strokes as he held her hands back. She kept moaning, as the strokes went deeper and deeper, she moaned and gasped for breath.

I swiped to the next comment. Urlah L: Ida is a much better date. She is rich, is a graduate from good universities in UK. She is a girl boss who deserves a man like Anthony. Also, imagine the conjunction of her family bushiness and his? OMG. They are like a prince and princess. Unlike that other trash who only slept her way to that position. She has nothing to offer but her lady parts. Lol. Go, Ida. I’ve always been an admirer.

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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

I answer them smoothly, feeling my confidence return. But then one of the women leans toward the other, whispering. Her gaze moves to me. Finally she says, “You’re Clarissa, Don Romano’s wife. It’s really nice to meet you in person.” I keep my expression polite. “I’m Annalissa. My sister is married to the Don.” Which is kind of true. Clarissa is Dante’s real wife. The world knows he’s married to her. Either I pretended to be her or not, it doesn’t change the fact that the world sees Clarissa, not Annalissa.

“It was adorable. He used to hide them behind law textbooks. Thought no one would notice.” Lu turned to me, slowly, disbelief dawning in his expression. “Romance novels?” I kept my face perfectly composed. “It’s called studying character psychology. I was curious how emotional arcs were structured.” Christopher leaned closer to Lu and stage-whispered, “Some of them were very emotionally structured. Especially the ones with the shirtless men on the covers.” I tilted my head, deadpan. “At least they weren’t about knights and dragons like yours.” “Oh they were! But mine had duels. Yours had duels of passion.”

Dante says. "You better not cheat on her. Anyway, she is a lot like me and her mother. She knows exactly what we will do in a situation like that. What can we say? We are Italian. We are passionate people. You see, you are also very warm-blooded, and you would not like your wife to have an affair with another man. No Italian would like to see their partner cheating on them. We have the most wonderful fights, but we also have the best makeup sex," I laugh.

~VITTORIA ~ Living with Roman was much more fun and exciting than whatever I had imagined. The warm and heavy weight of him during our cuddles, the scent of his skin and the feel of his body during our passionate sex, the light ray falling on his face as I woke up to him, being almost hooked at the hip with him.