Italian Short Stories Novels & Stories

She nodded her head slowly and asked, “What is bitch in Italian?” He raised a brow and said, “La Cagna or la puttana.” She pursed her lips and asked, “What about fuck you?” “Vaffanculo,” he aswered. She nodded her head and asked, “How about go kill yourself?” His brows knitted as he answered, “Vai a ucciderti.” “And I will kill you?” She again. “Ti uccidero. Why are you asking me this?” He questioned her. “One thing my mother taught me is that you need to learn the swear words first and especially the words, I will kill you in a different language,” she answered.

I wanted to choke on his cock and then ride it till I couldn't walk anymore. Davin seemed like a very complicated man. He was cold and never spoke unless it was necessary. The world knew he was a billionaire, a top CEO in the Mafia world. But I suspected he was a shady man, he probably had hands in the underworld, which was why he never allowed me into his study. Said it was private stuff not meant for me to know.

He probably addresses every other girl like that. "Oh sweetheart, I know that. But I'll call you what I want." I gave up. It was no use arguing, he'd win. "What type of girl do they usually keep around?" "They don't keep girls." I knitted my brows, "You quoted and I asked. Stop confusing me." "I'm not, sweetheart. Well, long story short, Italian men are mostly attracted to Italian women or Latinas. Our women are more daring and bold, so naturally we love them. You're Americano and you're the youngest I've seen them with, so you see?"

“No curse words, please, Sergio.” Sergio continued as if he hadn't been interrupted. “— that blind snail should go back to carting!” he fumed hotly. “Driving like a man scared to touch his controls. My eighty-eight year old abuela can drive faster than that pequeno mierda—” The interviewer swiftly cut him off. “Thank you, Sergio.” “I better not see him anywhere near me.” “I'm sure Lucas would do his best to avoid you, Sergio. Leo, congratulations on your seventh consecutive win. Take us through the process of how you're feeling right now.”

’ [I really wish those disgusting people would stop impregnating their women if they do not want to look after them. She felt Anton stiffen at the insults and placed her hand on his arm, ‘Hai mai pensato che alcuni di loro hanno una storia diversa?’ [Did you ever think that some of them have a different story?] Her voice was soft but Anton recognised the steel beneath her words, ‘Non c'è altra storia, quei mafiosi non sono migliori degli animali, hanno continuamente figli e poi ce li scaricano addosso.’ [There is no other story, those Mafia people are no better than animals, constantly having children and then dumping them on us.]

Mirelle “Oh goodness lord,” My hands trembled as I clutched the summons letter, the black wax seal broken but its weight still crushing me. Nocturne. The name alone sent chills down my spine, a whispered curse in the underbelly of the city where debts were not paid in money but in flesh. I, Mirelle Kane, had borrowed from the wrong people. A desperate loan to save my mother's medical bills, and now the collectors demanded repayment in the most intimate way possible. One night at Nocturne, where I would be auctioned to the highest bidder, my body the currency to settle the score.

’ 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.

“Wouldn’t it be a pity to let go of such a beauty?” I don’t reply because he’s right. It would be a pity to die before tasting those delicious cocks. But I’m not done questioning. “Is that how you interrogate all the women who fall into your hands?” “No,” First Guy chuckles, then looks at me. “Believe it or not, you have been on my radar for a while now. I’ve always imagined how life would have been if you weren’t on the other side of things.” He paused, leaning back on the backrest. “And life was magnanimous enough to drop you into my arms. I wasn’t going to pass up the chance.”

“I need to hear this story.” “She flirted hard. He was coming off a bad breakup with a girl back in Italy. We’d been in Italy a couple of years off and on and Nonno called us back. We weren’t here a month and he slept with her a handful of times. Then she got fired for stalking him and tried to sue us and we had to prove she was stalking. She was and I mean stalking him bad. She would chase him through the lobby begging him to take her back. She showed up at his house. He found her sleeping in the back seat of his car.”

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