Novel & Cerita Italian Romance Novels

“We were just wrapping up. Tony, make the call, let me know when it’s done.” Tony glances at me, and I think I see some emotion flicker in his eyes before he nods to his don and leaves. I have no choice but to step in and shut the door behind me. Like so many of the other rooms in Dante’s house, the luxury is overwhelming up close. What looks like a small office holds not only the beautiful desk and chair, but a few bookshelves stuffed with everything from modern thrillers to crisp nonfiction to faded novels that look like they’d fare better in a museum. Along one wall is a fireplace made of the white marble that covers the kitchen, which Gianna whispered to me the other day was called Carra

It was a promise to love and protect, to cherish and nurture the flame that burned brightly in our hearts. A surge of passion and desire ignited between us. The air crackled with an electric energy, and I could feel the intensity building as our lips drew closer. Unable to resist the magnetic pull, our mouths met in a searing, passionate kiss. It was a union of souls, a melding of two hearts that beat as one. Our tongues danced in a passionate rhythm, exploring the depths of each other's desires. He bit my lips and sucked my blood from them, grabbing my hair.

Luciano murmured, his voice rough with frustration. "It's always like this," Rosa said, biting her lip as she pulled her hand back, trying not to smile at his dramatic complaint. "Come on, baby. We need to be quick before our little devil wakes up again," Luciano whispered, nipping lightly at her ear. Rosa sucked in a breath. “You are unbelievable." "I am yours, amore mio," he husked. Her cheeks flushed at the reminder. It still amazed her how, with each passing day, he seemed to grow more and more romantic.

In Argentina, the love between Emiliano Romero, and Maria De La Cruz, bloomed like the September equinox. They finished their weekend, full of energy, and many revolutionized hormones. She was in love with his intelligence, when they talked about medicine she loved to listen to him, she was impressed by so much knowledge. He was falling in love with the simplicity of her soul, her heart and her longing for history.

Writing it down feels like trying to capture lightning in a bottle, but I must try or I fear the sheer intensity of it will burn me up from the inside. After we left the office, he took me to a posh, clandestine Italian place for dinner. We didn’t speak of what had happened. We didn’t talk about the firm. We didn’t talk about Emma. We talked about books, about the trip to Vienna he took when he was twenty-five, about the wild, stupid things we’d both done and regretted. Back at my apartment, the door had barely clicked shut before he had me pressed against it, his mouth was on mine. It was a collision of hunger and pent-up need that lasted through the night.

I grab her hand and shove the sleeves up her elbow, catching the look of guilt of being caught red handed. “The only way out is you keep your end of the bargain, Mia Moglie.” I upturn the untouched wineglass on her forearm and rub her silky soft skin where she's drawn my estate- exits and position of my guards. I lean closer, “ Try to be naughty again and see how I punish you.” **** *Mia Moglie - My wife *piccolo gatto selvatico- Little wild cat

But somehow, I manage to simply laugh at Natalia’s suspicion that Daniel might like men – as if it’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heared? “Really, Natalia?” I ask, scoffing pleasantly. “I mean, I know we’re not a very handsy couple or anything, but I didn’t think we’d pushed you that far along into the realm of the ridiculous.” “Ah well,” she says, wrinkling her nose at me a little bit. “I suppose that it is just that you are Americans. In Italy, when the young are in love, they cannot keep their hands off of each other. You know?”

Was it from a novel Paige had read before? "What? Do you also think I'm right?" Chris asked with a smile. Paige refuted, "You should read fewer messy novels." Who would have thought that someone like Chris, a CEO, actually liked reading all sorts of romance novels? Did he ever imagine himself in those novels, fantasizing about being the male lead? Chris said, "I don't read any messy novels. I read the painstaking works of the authors." Paige was at a loss for words. Did she also not read the authors' painstaking works? Such double standards.

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

"Not just sex, the way you talk to me, the way you move. I want to know more about you, Lucia. Not just how you sound when you come." I kissed him softly, still connected. "I want that too. But this is fast and risky." "Life’s risky." He thrust up gently. "Especially in Sicily. Storms, volcanoes, beautiful yoga teachers who make you lose control." I smiled and started riding him harder again. "Then lose control with me now. Come inside me again." Marco groaned, gripping my hips. "You’re going to ruin me." "Good." I bounced faster, grinding on every downstroke. "I’m close again, come with me."