Novel & Cerita Italy Hetalia

They had a history that was just a story to me until today. Back when Dante was alive, Helena was a very young and naive girl. She was younger than Massimo and was desperately in love with him. Massimo treated her like trash, endlessly humiliating her. Then she got pregnant and his treatment of her got better. She was suddenly getting love bombed and cared for. Then, one day, a client with a pregnant woman fetish made a deal with Massimo. If Massimo can let that client and his friends gangbang Helena, Massimo would be allowed to join an elite, private club.

He saved me, treated me like a queen and now he's defending me, what else would he do for me? "And about the stupid news you heard, it's all fake. Lucia was with me all night," he declared, making me freeze. He opened the door a little wider, revealing me on the bed in my nightwear. Alpha Herod's eyes widened in shock, his face pale. Beta Mario's expression transformed from concern to jealousy, fury burning in his eyes. Rhein's gaze never left mine, a hint of satisfaction in his smile. "Sweetie, come over here!" he called, his voice dripping with possessiveness.

“Yeah” “Have you always lived in Italy?” “Oh, yeah, I was born here, I’m surprised I haven’t joined a mafia group or something. But then again I am an alpha of a pack. And Italy? It’s either ruled by The Mafia or……” “the wolves” I said, completing his statement. He frowned, and I felt the need to explain. “I was also born here, grew up here, got married here and lost my husband here, that was when I left for LA, never came back here until, well you brought me here”

I register that something is going on with Rose, but I know Enzo will make sure that she is okay. Then the small surprise for Enzo happens: Dad has invited the two Italian Alpha and they are here. I stood up and moved to stand in front of us and do something I had not expected. “Your Highnesses, we want to thank you for the invitation to this happy celebration, and we both will give our allegiance to the True King” Alpha Leonardo says. “We are at your service, and so is our country. You helped bring peace.” Alpha Alexander finishes. I first don’t know what to say, but then I stand up and move to them.

My chest tightened, an ache settling deep. When the elder placed the ceremonial crest into Nicholas’s hands and declared him Alpha in name and in law, the hall erupted into cheers. Wolves pounded the floor with their fists, the sound echoing through the rafters. Amanda leaned close to him, her smile delicate, and whispered something that made him smirk faintly. He hadn’t crowned Amanda Luna, not yet, but I knew. I knew he never could name me his mate, not publicly and not ever. Mate bond or not, I was still a criminal in his eyes.

Tears welled in her eyes, spilling over as her composure cracked. I hated it when she cried. Her tears upset me, made me want to hurt every damn person that hurt her. But now,Iwas theone hurting her, and while I still felt like a piece of shit, I needed to fight those unexplainable emotions and look past them. “Uno Italia,” she said, looking up at me to clarify. “One Italy. Papa wants a Colombo-Rossi alliance. That was the plan all along. He…he set me up to marry Luca, to secure our legacy—”

Aliyah also noticed how this man's English was laced with so much heavy Italian accent. "Let's just say I decided to try something new" Pearl started with a smile on his face. "And i presume this must be your gorgeous Mate" Lorenzo turned to look at Aliyah with that same smile had on which want to make Aliyah puke "Yes, this is Aliyah and Aliyah, this is Alberto Lorenzo, he works as the head of all newspapers here in Italy" Aliyah shook the hands of the man who seemed to not take his eyes off her, making her resolve within herself that he was certainly a creep.

“You think like me.” “No,” I corrected softly, pressing my forehead to his. “You think like me.” His arms tightened, crushing me against him as if my body were the only anchor keeping him sane. “Then Italy is ours, completely. I’ll tear apart anyone who even dreams otherwise.” I let my fingers wander into his hair, pulling him down into another kiss, gentler this time, a contrast to the steel of our words. “And I’ll be right there beside you. Every Don, every syndicate, they’ll learn soon enough. Italy isn’t a chessboard. It’s already claimed.”

"What do I see now?" Alexa was really scared. She reversed her body, until she bumped into a small child who was eating raw meat. Seeing this, Alexa screamed. "Hey, what are you doing? Don't shout here!" scolded an old man who was currently behind Alexa. "What is this place exactly?" asked Alexa in a trembling voice. “Of course we are in the territory of the Kingdom of Italy,” replied the old man. “Since when did the Italian state have a kingdom system? Hasn't it turned into a republic long ago?" asked Alexa to herself.

She rolled her eyes, turning around and smiling again. "I have to look my best in my dream country." She mumbled, walking past him to the car. As far as he was concerned Italy to some people was meant only for the Mafia, the gangs, and Glades. "Why is Italy your dream country? You did say it was because of me, right?" He asked as they got into the car. "Yes, it was." She answered nonchalantly. "Why?" "Because every time you made me cry I was so determined to join the Mafia and make you pay. I did imagine skinning you alive and burning your flesh... dipping the catapelta into your knee and spurting out blood from your lungs..and..."