Italy X Germany Novels & Stories

Italy. The name alone knocked the breath out of me. I couldn’t even hide the shock — I didn’t bother trying. My mouth hung open, frozen in disbelief.

"Good luck, Eva. I'm sure you'll do great. If you need help, you know you can call me, and I'll come to Canada right away." We both burst into laughter. "Thanks, Piero. You're a great friend. Goodbye," I give him a hug. "I still have some things to sort out. Take care." *** Claudia's POV "My little Clau, you look gorgeous and tempting," Alessandro whispers in my ear with a husky voice, kissing my neck. "You say that because you love me," I smile, feeling delightful shivers run down my spine. "It's the truth. You're the most beautiful woman in all of Italy," he says, kissing my lips.

“Sure. You can ask me anything.” “Alright. So Beth told me that you found out I was in Italy before I posted that I*******m picture. You came here because of me, correct?” “That’s right.” He answered without missing a beat, his gaze intense on mine. “How many places did you search before you found me?” I couldn't help but ask. One of Jeremy’s hands left mine, and he rubbed his chin lightly before he answered. “I searched five cities. Rome, Venice, Florence, Milan, Naples—” He answered, and a surprised gasp escaped my lips.

Even his expression was convincing. "I do. In Italy, isn't he?" Edward sighed again. He knew that much too. However, during their farewell the other day, Kairos didn't specify which part of Italy he was visiting. "I also know that he's in Italy." "So? What's the problem?" Edward sighed. Samuel seemed to not understand where their conversation was going. Why did it seem like a pointless discussion? "I mean, which city in Italy is Kairos visiting? Is it Rome, Milan, Venice, Naples, Verona, Siena, or where?"

I walked toward the small fridge in the corner, opening it and grabbing two beers before tossing one toward him, which he caught easily without looking away from the space. “You did not come here to admire my garage, Greg,” I said as I opened mine, leaning back slightly against the counter. “What is going on?” He took a long drink before answering, finishing nearly half the bottle in one go before lowering it slowly. “The Italians are getting bold again,” he said. I remained silent, letting him continue. “They are pushing into our business,” he added, his tone steady. “Taking clients, lowering prices, trying to expand where they should not.”

"We shouldn't resume this once we're back in Italy." Alessio bit his lip, eyeing her lying figure as he knew she was baiting him, and he'd be damned if he didn't give in. "That's Italy." He relented with a groan, leaning over her and pushed her hair to the side, forcing a smirk on her face at the success of her plan. "We still have one more night in Brazil." Alessio placed a kiss on her neck. "Oh there is so much we could do in one night," Serafina chuckled, turning around and connecting her lips to his, Alessio's hands instantly roaming as she gasped into his mouth.

Diego complained. “I did. They must have left their post. I didn't know Alessia knew about it,” I confessed. “Ah,” Diego groaned and rubbed his hands on his face. “This is fantastic. A safe place that's not safe.” I looked at him and said nothing. “So what? What do we do now? They are half way across Italy by now,” Diego added. I needed to think. Half way across Italy? How would they get there? None of the cars were missing.

In that regard, Italy was way better than Germany! I told my friends that too, who believed me, but at the same time revealed to me that they had no doubts about my studies. "Honestly, it's really good to hear that you don't doubt me," I revealed, smiling at them in thanks. After that, my gaze swept over the landscape, which was increasingly immersed in the orange of the evening twilight. How late it was now! I was just surprised that Justin hadn't called me yet to find out where I was. Well, soon I was there.

Jo asked. "We are going tomorrow to Italy for meeting him. And no I haven't seen his face, I am not interested in looking at him." "Italy! You didn't tell us he is Italian!" Jo exclaimed. "So what if that he is Italian?" I asked. "Are you kidding me? Italian men are hot! Especially their accent! God, I would have an orgasm just by hearing it." Chris exclaimed. He looked enthusiastic as if he is marrying him, I won't mind though.

I asked Tricia as we do the dishes, I really need to know where we are because we were in a fucking plane for hours. For Christ sake, it was a really long trip. "We are in Italy." Tricia respond and giggle at my surprise face. What the actual fuck. Italy is at the top list of countries I planned on visiting, why the hell did I waste a whole day sleeping when I could go exploring this beautiful country. Oh my God. I'm going crazy right now, I'm so damn happy. I turn to Tricia and grip her hand stopping her from doing anything, she stare at me slightly shock but as excited as I am.