روايات وقصص ضمن Lover In Italian Language

She looked down and smiled when she saw Romero laying there asleep. “I’m sorry for waking everyone…but it looks like everyone is asleep again.” She said softly as she bent down and touched his forehead. Romero opened his eyes and smiled. He wrapped his arms around his wife after he stood up. “My love….mio prezioso amore (my precious love) ..mijn kostbare liefde (my precious love)…it’s alright. you were sleep singing and playing. That’s so cool…and your voice is still as sweet…come let us retire to our room and hopefully get some more sleep.“

1 supporter niya pero kahit kailan naman ay hindi siya nagkwento about doon. “Just a friend.” Tumango lang ako. Curious din naman ako pero ayaw ko na siyang pilitin. Maigi na nako-kontrol ko ang kuryosidad ko. Hindi naman magandang manghimasok ako palagi ng buhay niya kahit kaibigan ko pa siya. “Matti.” Lumingon ako sa kaniya. Malulungkot ang mga ngiti. “Adrian.” Napakunot ang noo ko sa sinabi nya. “Adrian Santos. Iyon ang pangalan niya.” Ahhh. I understand now. Tumango ako. “First love ko.”

"Where's the fun in that? I love hearing my sister swear at you in Italian. The look on your face is fucking priceless." He snorted. "Yeah, well, I'd like to see you try to keep a straight face when the woman you're about to marry—who also happens to be the owner of the only pussy you will ever get for the rest of your life—gets angry at you and starts shouting in a language you can't understand, yet you know she's pissed at you. How the fuck am I supposed to know what to say when I don't know what the fuck she's saying?" Antonio and I started laughing. Vanessa might be sweet, but she had Italian blood running through her veins, and when Italian women got angry, men tended to wish for the wo

So, I just waited, and when I arrived and sent a message of love to my wife to have me in each of her big movements of the day. "Spero che tu stia bene cara moglie, mi manchi e ti amo..." Seeing that she had read it immediately brought a big smile to my face, one that widened in its entirety because she replied right away and, in a way, just as sweet as the one, I had written to her in the beginning. "Ti amo e mi manchi, spero di vederti domenica per uscire." Italian Phrases and/or Words: "I hope you're well, dear wife, I miss you, and I love you..."

It was a typical day. "Hey Layla, see that guy on table four? He looks way hot." Carmen was always oogling the guys that came to the coffee shop. Crushing was like a hobby to her but it made work all the more fun for Layla. "Carmen, that's the fifth guy today,"said Layla with a smirk, "you seriously need to calm down. You can't have them all you know." " I know. Pero es tan guapo." She said dreamily. She looked like a silly school girl.

“We will have a happy life. You will trust me to protect and love you.” Love… “But you have never even said you love me. You can’t love me.” Yeah! So there! He ran his fingers down my cheek before he cupped the back of my neck. “I know you're not ready to say it back.” He smiled before looking into both my eyes. “I love you, Ada. Soon to be Ada Rossi. You are my heart. Cuore means heart.” How… No… no… no… Shaking my head. “No, you can’t…”

I started laughing. “You're going to make me fall in love like this!” I leaned my head on his shoulder while he continued to drive. “Isn't that the point?” I turned toward him and carefully observed his calm face and the smile that was growing as he drove. “Stop the car, Mattia!” I said, and I felt the car pulling over as he turned to face me. “The goal is not to suffer, neither you nor me,” I said, holding his face. Taking advantage of the car's tinted windows, I climbed onto his lap. “But falling in love with you is inevitable, il mio italiano!”

He lay still watching her and felt his heart contract, ‘Fuck’ His last thoughts as sleep claimed him too were that he could not stop the love worming its way into his heart, ‘Mi sto innamorando di lei.’ [I’m falling in love with her.] When he woke up the next morning he was ready for her again but she had gone, disappointed he showered and dressed then went to find her. Juliette had panicked when she woke to find herself still in his arms, ‘What the hell had she done?’