Italy Romance Books Novels & Stories

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Writing it down feels like trying to capture lightning in a bottle, but I must try or I fear the sheer intensity of it will burn me up from the inside. After we left the office, he took me to a posh, clandestine Italian place for dinner. We didn’t speak of what had happened. We didn’t talk about the firm. We didn’t talk about Emma. We talked about books, about the trip to Vienna he took when he was twenty-five, about the wild, stupid things we’d both done and regretted. Back at my apartment, the door had barely clicked shut before he had me pressed against it, his mouth was on mine. It was a collision of hunger and pent-up need that lasted through the night.

For one dizzying moment, she wanted to reach out, to bury her fingers in them, to feel the weight of everything she’d ever lied for resting in her palm. But she didn’t move yet. Dante watched her watching the stones, his gaze unreadable. “You know,” he murmured, stepping close enough that she caught the faintest trace of smoke and cedar, “liars don’t last long in this city. They burn out…quickly.” Valentina’s smile sharpened, all teeth and poise. “Then you’d better hope I’m not lying, Mr. Romano.” The diamonds burned between them, and the trap tightened with every glittering breath.

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."

Bye now. L - Bye. _____________ Back to real life Luciano, Luciano, Luciano. I should not be finding myself smiling at his message yet I do. 'Amore Mio'. Italian for my love. When he called me that I could feel the rise of butterflies already in my stomach. I should not be feeling butterflies for him of all people and it was all from him calling me, 'amore mio'. Crazy crazy crazy girl.

Dante I slide into a booth at La Dolce Vita, an Italian restaurant I haven’t been to since before Frank Lombardi killed my father and inhale the garlicky air. “Good, right?” Tony sits next to me. “I’ve been all over this place the last two weeks.” I shoot him a look. “I’ve been all over whatever the hell Domino’s wife saw fit to feed me. Do you know what that is, by the way?” “Yeah, I think she prefers a diet of ‘shut up, it saved your life,’ just like in the old country.” Tony picks up a menu. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

Loreta showed up with the first course. “Soft black truffle cream with cracker crunchies,” Loreta said, and my eyes widened. “How did you know I liked it?” I asked Alessandro with surprise. “You described such a dinner in one of your most popular books,” Alessandro said, and I looked at him in surprise. “You've actually read my books,” I said in disbelief. “Everything about you matters to me, Chiara,” Alessandro said. “Everything, including what you write. It's interesting to know that your brain can create such magnificent love stories.”

Her name was Annalisa, short for Anna, which she preferred being called, yet she liked it—she liked when he called her Peach. Anna took her lips in, sighing inaudibly as her eyes fell on the books that sat idle on the table. Last night, he had brought the books that she had been trying to reach for that day at the library: Learning Italian for Beginners. Most times, it was his nice acts that made her want to go mad, like that day he took her to the hospital… No! She shouldn’t be thinking about this. She shouldn’t be thinking about him, even if he had burned the necklace Domenico had gotten for her, only to replace it with an exact replica.

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Who will tame her stone heart? He should come sooner before it's too late to save her from herself. I'm scared that something might happen to her before she smiles and before she falls in love. **ITALY, ROME** In a certain hotel room in Genzalo di Roma, helpless moans filled the room along with constant slapping on skin contacts. "Sí... Sí... Sí..." Yes. The Italian brunette moaned in pleasure as she reached her climax and the black curled hair man with chocolate eyes roared as he spilled his seeds on the brunette's stomach and she giggled.