Novel & Cerita Italy Hetalia

Alessia’s eyes widened at the sight of her favorite pizza. “Aah, love you so much, Sophia!” Sophia grinned. “I know, I’m the best.” They both burst out laughing. Alessia sighed in relief—Sophia was always a ray of sunshine. “Oh yeah, before I forget, Layla is back in Italy,” Sophia said, lightly tapping Alessia’s lap. Alessia’s expression turned to one of shock, surprise, and joy. “Oh mio Dio (Oh My God)! It’s been ages! I was worried about her surgery.”

If I would have been that you were going to find your mate at the graduation I never would have made a deal with him. Just exactly who is this Alpha in Italy? I ask him. His name is Alpha Valentino Marelli and he is one of the most fearsome and ruthless Alpha's there is. He even scares the living daylights out of me. Do you mean to tell me that some Alpha from Italy who we haven't heard of scares you? I said to my father. Yes, he does scare me, he kind of sounds like he's from the Italian Mafia too.

Lucya We finally landed to Italy, Damien leads us to the car. He helps us with our luggage, while staring outside the window I saw a man in black suit who is leaning by his car. He looks like a serial killer, I glared at him, and he looks away. My trip to Italy has begun with this dashing man. I hope this will be a wonder last trip.

The boys wriggled excitedly beside her, strapping themselves in with Alessandro’s help. "Mama, Mama," Matteo chirped, tugging at her sleeve. "What's Italy like?" "Is it big?" Antonio added, his brown eyes wide. Antonia laughed softly, smoothing their hair back from their foreheads. "Italy is beautiful," she said. "There are old cities made of stone, and streets that wind like rivers. There are mountains and oceans and vineyards as far as the eye can see." "Are there toys?" Matteo asked seriously. Antonia smiled wider.

Italia exclaimed, her voice ringing in my ears. I rolled my eyes, chuckling at her enthusiasm. My affection for her is truly remarkable. I wore a long backless bright red silk dress paired with a silver diamond necklace a matching silver purse and sleek silver pencil heels. “Damn girl, You are so lucky you’re my bestie. I’d use my witch powers to silence that sweet mouth of yours and thank you.You look HOT, glittering and sexy in that dress too.” I said, smiling brightly. Italia was dressed in a flawless long gown that hugged her perfectly a bright green that complemented her smokey grey eyeshadow and black pencil heels.

he reproached me, "How is she? Is she pretty? Hawaiian? Those women move those hips like crazy, now I feel bad for having to end your trip like this.” "She's Italian," I interrupted trying to look serious, "And she's beautiful, but I don't have pictures since I didn't take my phone with me...” "F******k," he said taking out his phone, "Tell me her name." “I don’t have face...” "I know you don't, but the rest of the world does and I know she won’t be the exception." "Her name is Helena Conti," I said reluctantly seeing my friend typing furiously. “That last name sounds familiar to me… Oh, she got it private, fucking shit.”

Albert Alistano Age 28 Sweet , loving , caring , handsome guy The boyfriend of Sriste parkar Los Angeles Romano Group & industries is top in full los angeles.The one and only CEO is River Romano ... age 29..still single ... River's pov "U all are useless..don't show your face again ..i hate those people who don't know how to do hard work. Alex just fire them" i said clenching my teeth...all know i am a ruthless angry man..who cares...i just want to be who i am...

“I love you madly… I’ll say it to you again and again. I realize now I have to say it a few thousand times to redeem myself.” He cupped her cheeks in his warm palms and brushed his mouth across hers. Norah had never felt anything so sweet. There was so much love in that touch. “I love you,” Leone whispered again against her lips. Then, he kissed her again, his mouth as demanding as it had ever been. Norah pulled away. “Again,” she begged him, laughing through the tears hazing her vision. “In Italian…” “‘Ti amo, piccola mia. E ti voglio da impazzire… qui… ora…’ (I love you, baby… And I want you like crazy… here… now)” he complied happily and those Italian words sounded like sweet music to Nor

I can feel heaviness in my voice. I don’t know if he feels bad for me or what, but he drops the topic. Giving me a piece of quiet, to compose myself back. “Ok, ok let’s just go already, we are late for dinner!” I follow him out quietly “Don’t worry about earlier! Ok.” He says while looking at me. He is different than the others that I have met till now, namely the Agosti brothers “So, what’s your name?” “O-Omerta, Omerta Romano”

He answered with no remorse. I released a puff of smoke and took another whiff," I agree with your explanation, Nicholai but you're wrong here, we Italians believe in other phrase 'unity is strength' and you tried to crack the foundation of our famiglia but my pal, you failed and got trapped. Liam used you as the scapegoat and hid his ass in gutters."I stood up from my seat and walked to where he was sitting, looming over his frame, I released the smoke on his face.