Novel & Cerita Italian Romance Novels

And they will leave immediately. I don’t want to cheat, of course! Even if it's a forced marriage, it's still not good for a woman to cheat. I just don't know about Callum. This is so frustrating. “How is that?! How can I do that?!” Frustrated, I gulped down the wine that was in the bottle while adjusting myself because I really had no idea about that. How can I seduce my husband?! I already tried to search about how to romance your husband. But there’s just the same context! It’s always about sex! I don’t even have any experience on that thing!

“Marcella, do you understand what that means?” I sigh, already knowing where this is going. “Stephanie….” “I’ve always wanted to date one,” she cuts in, her eyes dreamy now. “Like… the possessiveness, the obsession, the way they don’t let anyone else touch what’s theirs…” She hugs herself slightly, smiling. “It’s exactly like the dark romance books I read.” I stare at her, completely unimpressed. “You need help,” I say and she laughs. “I’m serious! Imagine it… a guy who would burn the world for you? Who would kill for you?”

I chuckled as I took the phone from his hand. “Adrián,” I said. I’d done work for him a few times in the past, but he wasn’t someone I saw lasting long as a don. He was too procedural and spoke first, killed later. Men like him didn’t last. “I need to find a girl. About five-seven. Green eyes. Name’s Emilia.” He was also the apparent second love interest of Emilia Visconti. Raffaele’s life was turning into a fucking telenovela.

She gave him a cold shoulder and continued her hunt before fishing out a book, amused by the title because Nicholas isn’t a man who encourages romance novels. The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco. Don’t tell her, he has hidden interests? She opened the book to see a note inside, written in Italian by Nicholas and a smile adorned her face as she saw his neat handwriting. Nicholas frowned as he moved closer to her, confused about her choice of novels. He thought she is more into Love & Gelato than The Name of the Rose. His suspicions got cleared after few seconds as Clarissa closed the book with a thud and put it back in it’s place, rolling her eyes in disgust.

“You are married to our master, so it is only natural we call you Ma. I shook my head quickly. “No. Please, call me Elena. It feels wrong otherwise.” She tilted her head, considering. “Alright, Elena. But only if you call me Zia Chiara,” she said, using the Italian word for Aunt. ( Aunt Chiara). A smile broke across my face. “Deal,” I said, and we both laughed. As she set a steaming dish before me, I frowned at it curiously. “What’s this?” Her eyes twinkled. “This is lasagna al forno. A very common and very delicious Italian dish. You’ve never had it?” I shook my head, wide eyed. “Well, you will love it. Try.” She gestured encouragingly.

I replied and she smiled. "So for our trip, which country do you wanna go?" I asked. "Our trip? Thought I was going alone." "Of course not, who knows what kind of men you'll meet there, I'm definitely going with you." I said. "Oh God, please don't tell me..." "Yes, I am the jealous type." I said interrupting her and she laughed. "Fine then, let's go on a trip together, let's go to Italy." THE END Dear readers, please kindly rate this my lowly piece of writing. Your ratings and comments help me to know where I need to improve on in my next write-up.

A total letdown. The library itself was just as disappointing. One section was crammed with Italian law books, dry histories of world wars, and mafia men. The other section was romance novels so ancient they might as well have been written on parchment paper, and it didn’t help that most of them were in Italian, which I couldn’t even read. What did I expect? Adrian having a collection of modern, romance, mysteries, or thrillers? This wasn’t some sappy romance novel where the heroine falls in love with a library.

Bye now. L - Bye. _____________ Back to real life Luciano, Luciano, Luciano. I should not be finding myself smiling at his message yet I do. 'Amore Mio'. Italian for my love. When he called me that I could feel the rise of butterflies already in my stomach. I should not be feeling butterflies for him of all people and it was all from him calling me, 'amore mio'. Crazy crazy crazy girl.

She looked up and smiled as she saw the perfectly decorated ceiling and the fine Italian chandelier dropping from the ceiling. The Romano family kept their home as traditional as possible, unlike the Russo’s that preferred a more modern look in all their homes. “You like it?” Aurora turned to face the helper and smile at her. “I love it” “That is good signora, we thought that it would not meet up to your standards” the helper pointed out to Aurora who stared at her, confused. “What do you mean by my standard?” “Well, you are a Russo and some of us have seen how big some of your homes are in Sicily, that is why I said what I said” she answered, her voice low, as though she was afraid of offen

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