Little Italy Movie Novels & Stories

One of them asked as I laced my plate with a doughnut, fried chicken and a spoonful of chinese fried rice. "So gorgeous! I simply can't understand why any man would want to dump her. She is the most gorgeous woman on the planet." "True, Jeda is so gorgeous, I get jealous each time I come across her page. Did you hear? She landed a blockbuster movie deal and they just paid her billions of dollars just for showing up." My stomachrumbled and I cut a piece of chicken and stuffed it into my mouth, not caring whether I looked like a stuffed turkey or not at the end of the day.

If he had, I’d like to know the place he dined out. He placed the burger back in the basket before hurriedly wiping his hands with the napkin. An air of cool nonchalance played his face as he wiped between his fingers and abolished the grease. “No, I’m not too fond of American food.” Onyx caught my eyes and held them there. “I can honestly say I have never tasted a better hamburger. But once you’ve tried my Madre’s Italian food, you’ll have trouble finding anything else as delicious.” There had always been something off about his accent.

Leaving her mask on the floor, she flagged a cab, journeying home to her cold mansion. The ride home was a blur. Lorenzo was probably at work, buried in deals. She would have a long shower, change, and act like nothing had happened. But pulling up to the gated house, her stomach knotted. That night woke her up, a craving she couldn't shake. And a quiet fear: what if he found her? The door shut behind her, locking like always. But she didn't know his shadow was creeping closer. Italian Phrases: Bella - Beautiful Piccola - Little one

’ [It’s okay don’t worry Juliette, you are in Sicily you got a bump on the head but you will be fine. ‘I don’t understand, what are you saying? Please, doesn’t anyone speak in English?’ Juliette backed away from Kate holding up her hand to fend her off, fear and panic etched on her pretty face and Romero stepped forward, ‘Don’t be frightened little one, you banged your head and have a little concussion but it will clear soon and you will be fine.’ Turning to face him, there was no recognition in her eyes, ‘Who, who are you?’ She stammered her eyes taking in the very handsome Italian man who had stepped forward,

He glances at me, waiting. “You okay?” he asks, the cheer dimming just a little. “You don’t have your… eh… sparkle. No luce in your eyes.” I smile faintly. “Italy wasn’t… nice.” His brows jump. “Italy? Not nice? Ma che dici? You were in a mansion, no? With vineyards and wine and the Lior? How is that not nice?” I shrug. “It just wasn’t.” He huffs, clearly struggling with the concept. “Okay, but the sun? The food? The… beautiful Italians like me? Still no good?”

And it was time for me to return things back to the way that they were. I walked towards my bedroom to sit on the edge of my bed, knowing that Diablo is going to come any moment. He was going to want to kick me out of here and he was going to be sure that he let me know his rules. Me going to Italy, Florence, meant that I had no contact here. That was what he believed, at least. “You may leave.” I said, looking at the maids. They looked at me for a moment and watched one another and shook their heads.

I correct with a smirk. “You don't like him, stupido pezzo di merda.” She growls. “You like Vincenzo.” (Italian Translation: You stupid piece of shit) I look at her and give her a small sigh. “Thanks for paying stupido pezzo di whatever you just said.” I laugh. (Italian Translation: You stupid piece of) *** “This movie doesn't make sense.” He says shaking his head. I look up to him with a frown. He didn't just insult my movie.

Little Italy was usually filled to the brim, and it would usually take almost half an hour to find a parking spot. "What's going on here?" Aria could not hide her surprise. "Little Italy is always crowded." Brielle was distracted as she looked around. "I guess many people canceled their reservations." "People just don't cancel their reservations at Little Italy. There's something weird going on. Do you think it's safe to eat here?" "Of course. I'm just excited to eat here. At least we can eat in peace. You look good, Luna." That distracted her from her speculation about the quietness of the restaurant.

Bring it on, Italy. END OF BOOK ONE

“And if you’re smart…” “You’ll keep our little secret.”