Novel & Cerita Italy Hetalia

His smile was slow to spread over his face, and then he was kissing my breasts, and I couldn't help the moan that managed to slip out my throat and he said“I am Vitalo.” It sounded like Italian and Greek, sexy just like I had imagined. His mouth moved lower, to my soft, feminine core and I cried out as his tongue runs over my seam and his hands spreads my thighs, holding them wide so he could flick my most sensitive cluster of nerves with the tip of his tongue, making me arch my back and scratch my nails into the soft white duvet cover as I scream out in pleasure. Pleasure, unexpected and intense, burst over me, splitting me in two. I call out his name, loudly, spilling it from my lips over

He says as I stare at the floor deep in thought. "All right at least answer me these. Where and is it just us?" I ask him. "Italy. No, Ragon and Elriam will accompany us." He replies. My eyes widen when he said Italy. I thought it would be somewhere like a nearby town but a different country? I didn't even think about it. Being an Alpha has its perks and one of the prime ones being travel. But I never had that opportunity as I could never leave my pack alone since no one was capable to look after it if I left.

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.

“Introducing Princess Alice Amelia Michaelson, escorted by Alpha Gabriel Nicholas!” As we walk together to the river where the ritual is about to happen, I spot her father, the current King of Entalia. His eyes glare daggers at me, as always. How welcoming. We are not much fans of each other. In the beginning, we simply avoided getting into each other. But since Alice turned out to be my mate, his hatred for me intensified. I treat his precious daughter like trash, and he despises me for it. I get where he is coming from, if i am in his shoes I might be the same.

I wriggled out of this hold and glared at him and he smirked. "What? Can't I peck and hug my mate huh?" He asked and the students who surrounded us gasped louder. "His mate?" He said she is his mate? She's so lucky to be his mate!! Our Jayden is taken *sob *sob!!! "And I was imagining myself been his *sob *sob!!! "This is so sad" sob* sob!! They all sniffed wiping imaginary tears off their face as I rolled my eye and looked up only to lock gaze with Luca.

"What? A powerful, brooding mafia boss trying to win your trust? That’s something straight out of a romance novel.” Amelia shook her head with a small laugh. "I can hear you even laughing — my fucking goodness, you're gone totally." Mia chuckled. "It's not as if he is going to hurt you. You understand the scenario better than me because you are the one living in it, and before this, you know he has been making his advances towards you. You are not a child, Amelia so suck it up. A Mafia don here in Italy is interested in my best friend. While I am scared, I am also excited."

Not in Italy. Right?

He just said he'd lay down his life for me. Ah, it's just for the masses. No mafia man would lay down his life for his wife. Especially Italians. They are as brutal as they come. Especially Ivan. The stories that have circulated round our world about the time he spent in Italy. The fear most people have for him now is what will make him a good leader when his father finally steps down. The fear plus the respect.

The doors closed behind me with a heavy thud that sounded too much like an ending. Outside, the sunlight had turned harsh, glaring off the silver tiles. The mark on my neck throbbed faintly — not pain, exactly, more like a pulse I couldn’t silence. The connection was still there, no matter how much I wanted to tear it away. I walked through the corridors, trying to breathe, but every whisper followed me — the Alpha marked a human, she’s cursed, the Goddess turned her back. I didn’t look at them. I couldn’t. When I reached my quarters, Lydia was already there, pacing. Her golden eyes widened the moment she saw my face. “Zyandra. What happened?”

I hope she understood this code especially since I mentioned the country and person holding me captive, "oh... you did make mention of Jake being from France but I heard Italy is more fun during summer." I exhaled sharply, she got it... thank goodness we made codes in times like this, "yeah Italy is the best, maybe we should find the best place to visit." "I'll make enquiries, Rome, Venice, Milan, Sicily, I really don't know where we should pick, I think Milan would be a great pick." "Nah... Sicily would be perfect, it gives off street vibes, beautiful culture, I even heard that there's a mountain here, it would be perfect."