Novel & Cerita Italy Romance Books

He looked surprised. I take a step back to let Lorenzo do the questioning. He sits on the stool I sat on to interrogate Daniel. "Who sent you", he growls out. I felt a shiver crawl up on me from hearing him growl out. "T…the R…Russians", he said avoiding my gaze. Before Lorenzo could say Anything,I charged forward with the question that had been on my mind. "Why did he send you to rape me", I growled out. " H..he wanted to know if you were special to the Don of the Italian Mafia. I guess now he knows his answer huh?

I wanted to taste him! “Miss?” His voice snapped me out of my daze, and I smiled awkwardly. “Hello! Welcome to Paradiso Galleria. My name is Luca Fabbri,” he said, extending his hand. Ohh… He’s Italian! No wonder his sex appeal was off the charts! I’d never been with an Italian before. I had slept with a Frenchman once during a trip to Paris. He had a huge package, but sexually, he was disappointing. But I’d heard Italian men had mad skills in bed, though they were also notorious womanizers.

Before me, there is a soft golden fairy lights wrapped around the railing, a round table draped in ivory linen, set with crystal glassware, a single red rose in a slim vase at the center. Gentle Italian music played in the background, while a bottle of vintage red wine rested in an ice bucket beside two plush velvet chairs, overlooking the city skyline. It's was amazing and so romantic, who knew Mr Dante can be romantic. We got seated and Dante said a few words to the attendant probably ordering our meal became heaven know I don't understand shit about anything Italian. I decided to asked some questions based on what he said about me not knowing everything about him. And when I tell you I wa

“Okay, I need to tell you…about updating the bucket list!” Lucas groaned. “You’ve been adding more things, haven’t you?” Jamie laughed, opening his notebook, sun glinting off the pages. “Oh, just the essentials: one-night stand, clubbing, getting drunk, yacht adventures… you know, classic Italy stuff!” Lucas blinked, eyes widening slightly. “One… night stand? You… really wrote that? I thought you were joking.” Jamie shrugged, playful grin spreading across his freckled face. “Hey, it’s Italy! If we’re going to go big, we go big. I wanna have a summer fling like in the movies.”

“Marcella, do you understand what that means?” I sigh, already knowing where this is going. “Stephanie….” “I’ve always wanted to date one,” she cuts in, her eyes dreamy now. “Like… the possessiveness, the obsession, the way they don’t let anyone else touch what’s theirs…” She hugs herself slightly, smiling. “It’s exactly like the dark romance books I read.” I stare at her, completely unimpressed. “You need help,” I say and she laughs. “I’m serious! Imagine it… a guy who would burn the world for you? Who would kill for you?”

Roman kept his promise. Later that afternoon, once she could walk without glaring at him every few steps, he took her out. Not just anywhere. Everywhere. He showed her Italy the way only Roman could — unhurried and intentional. Cliffside restaurants overlooking endless blue. Quiet cobblestone streets where elderly couples lingered over espresso. Cathedrals that stood like silent witnesses to centuries of devotion and betrayal. They wandered through citrus-scented markets, walked along sunlit harbors, and stood at scenic overlooks where the wind tangled her hair and she laughed freely.

"So, I'd like to ask, what kind of mentor-mentee relationship involves using a girlfriend's supplementary card to buy the mentee a Tiffany necklace? What kind of mentor-mentee relationship involves booking a king-size room together at a hot spring hotel?" The room erupted in murmurs. Everly's face turned pale. She instinctively grabbed onto Jeremy's sleeve. "You... You're lying! That was for work!" she screamed. I gestured for Justin Orson to play the projection. On the screen appeared a list of transactions alongside corresponding social media posts. [December 1: Thank you for the necklace, Jeremy. I love it.] [Transaction: 2000 dollars charged to Jeremy's supplementary card.] [December 24:

And they will leave immediately. I don’t want to cheat, of course! Even if it's a forced marriage, it's still not good for a woman to cheat. I just don't know about Callum. This is so frustrating. “How is that?! How can I do that?!” Frustrated, I gulped down the wine that was in the bottle while adjusting myself because I really had no idea about that. How can I seduce my husband?! I already tried to search about how to romance your husband. But there’s just the same context! It’s always about sex! I don’t even have any experience on that thing!

Or that they at least, got the wrong impression of her. “They think I don’t like romance?” She asked like there was someone else in the room with her. “Well, I bet they’ve never even messed around with any guy before. They’ve probably never even gotten kissed by a hot guy before and I’m the unromantic one?” “Otherwise they wouldn’t shut up about it. I would have heard stories about it”. “I’ll show them both that I’m not what they think of me”. “I’ll find a hot guy, make out with him and have sex with him”.

It was a promise to love and protect, to cherish and nurture the flame that burned brightly in our hearts. A surge of passion and desire ignited between us. The air crackled with an electric energy, and I could feel the intensity building as our lips drew closer. Unable to resist the magnetic pull, our mouths met in a searing, passionate kiss. It was a union of souls, a melding of two hearts that beat as one. Our tongues danced in a passionate rhythm, exploring the depths of each other's desires. He bit my lips and sucked my blood from them, grabbing my hair.