Italian Short Stories Novels & Stories

I look you over, my eyes lingering on your body, assessing. A slow smirk plays on my lips as I lean against the desk, crossing my legs. “Hello yourself. You’re here for the writing job, aren’t you? Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes. Or maybe you’re just here to waste my time.” My gaze is intense, unblinking, as if I’m already deciding your fate. ( you hand over a file containing a CV and a short story ..it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper)

Cliques had been established already and I couldn't break in . At first, the other kids weren't always mean . They didn't call me names . They didn't bully me . It all started to get worse in the month of November when Ms. Adams , my teacher asked us to write about our favorite thing in the world . I wrote my favorite thing to be the ability to see the midnight black sky with the shinny stars . It was a whole three page essay mixed with lots of emotions but the other kids considered it nonsense . While the teacher read my essay to the class they laughed out loud pointing fingers at me .

A cat blinked at me from a stack of poetry. “Looking for anything specific?” the old lady asked. “Something old,” I said. “Something rare. Italian. About rebirth. Survival.” She nodded, and twenty minutes later she brought out a first edition—“La Fenice: The Phoenix.” It was a story of pain, death, and rebirth. The tale of a girl who burned in the fire and rose stronger. The cover was worn leather, gold-pressed lettering. Inside, hand-stitched. I opened the last page and tucked in a pressed lily. Katarina favorite flower.

Perhaps they don't offer this course. I decided to start up a conversation. "Hi, I am Evelyn," I said, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear, too eager to introduce myself. "Oh, hi there. My name is Jasper," he said with a sexy as hell Italian accent. Fuck, even the way he speaks is sexy. "So you're Italian?" I asked, trying to start a conversation. "Yes, I'm from Italy, and I just came to America to study," was all he said.

He was well over six feet, with curly black hair that he managed to barely tame. His goatee was always perfectly manicured, and I was more than jealous of the smoothness of his skin. He always smelled good and his hands were always soft. He was, in a single word, perfect. I could see how Remy had women, and men, fawning all over him. Shit, I was salivating right now. He poured glasses of Pinot Grigio for both of us as he motioned for me to raise my glass for a toast. I squinted. “What are we toasting?”

Lucya I watch as Maximo ran after Adrian on the sandy beach. Nothing was not any perfect than watching my family having fun during summer on the finest beach in Italy. I was wrong—my faith made me bound to stay glued in Italy. At first I was afraid of this place but now it felt like home. Lea sat beside me with a magazine on her hand, she is reading about 'life after marriage.' Damien and her finally got the happy ending they deserved.

It was Italian with a very homey feel. We sat down in one of the booths and the waiter came out and took our orders. ”When are you gonna tell me your story?” He asked and twisted his fork in the spaghetti. ”What makes you think it’s an interesting story?” ”A girl like you, moving to a town like this, I know that it’s an interesting one. Will you tell it to me?” ”Yes, when I've known you for more than two days, I'll tell you. Will you tell me yours?”

Eva, you never change, you cannot be guided by the appearance of a person, their value is defined by their way of being. "Okay. You win, friend, it will be better to go to work if we don't, they will rebuke." The morning passed very quickly, I had several projects to review, I have a lot of work. There is a new project with the most famous Italian film director, Luciano D'angelo, it is a film that promises to capture the hearts of the audience. Just when it was time to go out to eat I received a call from Javier, I decided to answer it, it was necessary to receive an apology from this guy at least."

And it was too late for her to run away because she was caught before the chase could even begin. A bitter chuckle escaped her lips as she weakly held onto the table, her knees weakening as the realization finally sank in. Shan Moretti... is a Mafia.

I had no idea this show was interesting. "It's actually just a one-night stand at another hotel. I met the guy in the bar. I say, he is the most handsome blue-eyed Italian man I have ever met!" The audience sighed feeling in love with her short story. But me, I suddenly felt chills down my spine and I had no idea WHY!