Italy Hetalia Axis Powers Novels & Stories

In Liam's embrace, I discovered solace and security, his unwavering commitment to our well-being comforting me in this unfamiliar territory. Italy, with its captivating allure and timeless beauty, had become more than a mere backdrop to our journey. It symbolized the strength of our love and the lengths to which Liam would go to protect what was dear to him. And as the night unfolded, we embraced the tranquility, finding solace in each other's presence and the knowledge that we were cherished and safe.

“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

Marriage with him was like selling myself to the devil. Dante Romano, the don of La corona silenziosa—the silent crown. There were rumors he had killed his entire family just to get the Don position. Personally, it didn’t make sense for a fourteen-year-old kid to kill his entire family for a position. But rumors are rumors, which have slight truths in them at the very least. Two truths, one lie. I looked at him and at the paper. “I am never getting married to you.” “You say it like you have a choice or something?”

But he would rather kill her than promise anything. “Leech like you don’t get to beg in front of me. Take those papers and leave this country tonight. I don’t want to see your face in Italy ever. What we have done is enough. You don’t get to ask for anything else.” Alessandro’s words were final. He wasn’t ready to waste a breath on her. Isabella wasn’t ready to accept defeat so soon. She was ready to cling to his feet as long as he doesn’t accept her request.

I chuckled at the thought, staring at his stoic expression. “We’ll continue this after I’m back from work, Ivan.” I informed with a sardonic smile, strolling towards his door. There’s no point resisting. He’s going to be my toy whether he wants it or not. Translation: Hai fame? (Are you hungry?) Sei sicuro (Are you sure?) Non sono interessato (I’m not interested.)

Alexander pov. “Seriously? The first thing you do when you wake up is kiss her? Are you out of your mind, Alexander, or have all those bullets finally messed with your already deranged brain?” Daniel scolded, dressing my wound with a mixture of disbelief and anger. “Aw, Uncle Daniel, don’t scold him,” Julian interjected from across the room, smirking as he glanced up from his phone. “Uncle Alexander wasn’t exactly normal to begin with, so why are you surprised?” He leaned back, his voice casual. “Do you know what everyone in Italy calls him? Creatura delle tenebre — ‘creature of the darkness.’ He’s the same man who wiped out an entire mafia clan just because they betrayed him.”

“You really want to prove your talent, aren’t you?” “That’s the plan, baby. I’m aiming for an A+.” When he captured my breast with his mouth, I moaned louder, gripped his hair around my fingers, and pushed his head down. “I want you now, Alpha.” I bucked my hips, and he quickly granted my request, thrusting his cock inside me. “You better hurry up. We have a date in Italy.”

Giulia rolled her eyes dramatically and muttered, “Oh, please.” “I need you with me,” Valentino continued. “We leave tonight. I want to show them what we’re made of.” My heart thudded. “Okay babe. I’ll be on my way home right away.” “Grazie, amore. I love you.” “I love you too,” I whispered. The line went dead. Giulia blinked at me. “Did I just hear that right? Table of Dons?” “Yes.” “So we’re going to Italy?” she screamed.

If it wasn't about to turn me mad, then, of course, why not? "Matteo, get down from that table right now before you hurt yourself," Obediently he did jump from the table but to the arms of the chair, going further to pull his sister up to himself. "All I'm saying is," Char picked up the conversation, "We need something strong to tell Italy that La belle exists," "But how?" "Don't ask me that; your husband is the president of the fuvking country; you've got a part of the world under your feet; make use of it" Knowing me, she added, "Enough of the pride."

Speaking perfect Italian Conner stood and walked cockily down to stand on the other side of the dance floor followed by Callum, ‘Dove si trova’ [Where is she?] Callum asked equally as fluently as his twin, ‘Non vogliamo problemi, basta restituircela e lasceremo il paese. Lei è di nostra proprietà’ [We don’t want trouble, just give her back to us and we’ll leave the country. She is our property]