Italy Hetalia Axis Powers Novels & Stories

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.

His tone was like ice, every word a threat, cutting through the false politeness of the room. Adriano chuckled, a dry, unsettling sound that grated on Hades’s nerves. He leaned back in his chair, making himself comfortable. “Ouuuuuu I should be terrified? Always so eager to flex those American muscles. Very well. A quick peek, for old times’ sake. But don’t expect a torture show, my dear Hades. We Italians are not as barbaric as you Americans. We don’t torture women. We... appreciate them. We fuck them.” He laughed, a high-pitched, disturbing cackle that made Hades’s blood boil, an ugly, perverted sound that echoed in the concrete room. “You sick bastard!” Hades roared, his face contorting w

I whispered. Valerio turned to me slowly. His face was hard, but something flickered behind his eyes. Calculation. Anger. And something else I did not want to name. “Yes,” he said. “And they want you to panic.” The corridor ended at a wide circular chamber. In the center stood a glass table lit from beneath, holographic maps hovering above it. Italy. Milan highlighted in red. Several smaller markers blinked around it like warning signs. Valerio released my hand and stepped toward the table. He swiped the air and the map shifted, zooming in.

He will lose everything and I mean everything. Hell hath no fury like an Italian woman scorned. I know a lot of people are disgusted with Matteo for what he did. The Irish, according to Stefan, are ready to decare war on him and anyone who sides with him. Same as the Yakuza and the Bratva. They all pledged to me before I agreed to be with Matteo. Loyalty is far more precious than ego and pride. It is far more precious than gold. Pity Matteo doesn’t understand the meaning of loyalty. But I do.

—You see, my beautiful flower, you are my only hope in this dark world, I can't let you ruin your life because of our mistakes, just promise that after this is over you will be happy with the dog that claims to be your destiny. —I can't assure you that Luiggi, it's almost impossible, sien...... —You feel like you love him and hate him at the same time -How do you know? —Because with that intensity that you love him, I loved your mother even knowing about her dark heart and with the same intensity that you hate your alpha...... —You hate her now, right Luiggi? —No, I hate her even more than you, my hatred keeps me alive, my hatred will be the one that banishes that damned vermin from this wor

“Because you’re still dripping for me, sweetheart. You’re walking around with my cock print still in you. I made you come so hard last time, I know your pussy’s spoiled. You think Alex can handle that greedy little cunt now?” I made a noise. A strangled, inhuman one. I didn’t even recognize myself anymore. “Stephano, for the last time, I’m not doing this. I am not going to Italy with you. I am so done with you and your delusions.” “Good,” he replied, silky smooth. “Then this trip will be easy. We’ll focus on business. You’ll sit beside me, take my notes, look pretty for the press. And I’ll do my best not to whisper filthy things in your ear about bending you over the terrace and making you

His fingers skimmed my collar, dragging lower, slow and possessive, igniting sparks where heat met skin. My breath sharpened, and my glare never wavered. “Dream on, De Luca,” I ground out, my voice rough, but a dark tremor twisted in my chest—an unwelcome pulse of fear and something worse. His smirk deepened, eyes dancing with delight. “Welcome to hell,” he purred, lethal and knowing. “And I don’t ruin the things I find… interesting.” “You’re not my prisoner, Niko,” Alessio’s smirk darkened, and without warning, his teeth grazed my lower lip in a wicked, biting tease—a dangerous promise laced with heat.

As much as I am his. “Tu sei il mio italiano!” “You are my Italian!” “And you are my Alessa, you will be my wife as soon as you feel any weakness,” I start laughing, and we give in to a kiss full of desire. “Shall we go for lunch?”

Nikita sniffed and looked at Aleksandr with tearful eyes as she moved and held his hand. "I want those Italians to pay for their sins. I want them to pay in blood for what they did, Aleksandr. They attacked our honour again and again. But this time they should suffer for it." Aleksandr turned his gaze to her and gave her a dark smile. "I always make my enemies suffer unimaginable consequences, Tetushka." He said removing her hand from his arm and walking to his room. . . . "What have you done?" Aria demanded her brother.

Leonardo angrily told his best friend as he ended the call between them. “Signora Meta, I do not think I can do this anymore. I am becoming someone that I do not recognize any longer” Aurora pleaded with Signora Meta on the other end of the phone. She had only been married for one whole day and already she had already lied more than she had in her entire life.