Lover In Italian Language Novels & Stories

Those three words seeped into my very being, stirring a cascade of emotions. Tears poured out, uncontainable as if each drop carried the weight of the love he'd just confessed. A warmth spread across my cheeks, a blush born from the tenderness of his words. "Io ti amo, Claire, forse un po' troppo," he confessed, "And I know you understand what that means."

He whispered, cupping Justine's tear stained face. He stared at him for a long time, heart aching to see someone so precious as Justine breaking down in front of his eyes. "You know what's your only fault?" He wiped his tears as he smiled at him. "Your only fault is loving someone so much...someone who doesn't deserve your love." Bob was crying as he smiled at the brunet. "But even that isn't something you should be sorry about." Bob wiped the tears on Justine's eyes. "Because loving is never wrong." He placed a kiss on Justine's forehead, cradling him close to him.

“Widowed is good. Widows get access and sympathy in equal measure, and nobody asks a widow why she’s alone. But reserved is wrong. Make her warm. Warm people are invisible, because everyone’s too busy being flattered to examine them. And give me a dead husband with a personality, someone specific I can be fond of in public. Grief is only convincing in the details.” She’d improved it in ninety seconds. She improves most things I build in about ninety seconds, and I’ve stopped resenting it and started budgeting for it. “Fine,” I said. “Elise Caron, warm widow. I’m Laurent. We’re recently together. Discreetly.” “You’re always recently together with me. You should try besotted. It reads as harml

Malik rolled his eyes, “I am hardly forbidden fruit, Hans. And, no, she has not. We’ve only just met. I would think less of her if she gave in so easily.” The piece of fruit soared an inch above Malik’s ear. He jerked to the side, staring at his now red-faced friend, “Malik, how could you be so foolish?” Hans growled, “Have you learned nothing?” “You forget your place.” Malik warned. “No, it is you who forgets yours. This will end badly for her, Malik. It will end the same as all the others. She will never love you once she sees you for what you truly are.”

“I never thought you could be such a tough businesswoman. I am totally under your spell, ‘donna’ (Ita for ‘woman’).” His brilliant eyes roamed over her and glittered with desire and boundless satisfaction. “And you ain’t seen nothing yet, ‘amore mio’ (Ita for ‘my love’).” Phoebe sighed happily and put her arms around Lorenzo’s neck pulling him even closer. With a husky laugh of appreciation, Lorenzo kissed her breathless and proceeded to demonstrate how happy he was to have her in his life, in his bed and how ready he was to keep her there forever.

Back to sipping wine. 🌷🌺❤️❤️❤️ They lock eyes across the table. Everything around them fades away. They are in a universe all their own. Lost in the depths of each other’s eyes. She can feel his desire, he hers. But it is not lustful. Calm, gentle, controlled. With a sense of longing to escape forever into that universe around them.

" She said, her voice being low all of a sudden. "Yeah. The second one?" "Um. I swear…" she found it hard to say the word as she kept swallowing her saliva at various intervals. It's just so crazy, but I find it so cute. "go on, Dovresti andare avanti, amore mio. Siamo solo noi qui dentro" (you should go on my love, it's just us in here.)

who is this again I went a little bit far one more person came near me and given flower with note in that "Ti amo - I love you in Italian I wish I could explain your eyes and how the sound of your voice gives me butterflies how your smile makes mey heart skip a beat and everytime I'm with you I feel so complete" sooner another person came with rose and note "Wo ai ni - I love you in mandarin I'd rather have bad times with you than good times with someone else I'd rather be beside you in a storm, than safe and warm by myself I'd rather have hard times together than to have it easy part I'd rather have the one who holds my heart" another rose with note "Ich liebe dich - I love you in German I

I gasp internally as I witness none other than our Senior Capo crying hysterically in front of a tree. "Amore mio" (My love) he looks up at the sky, wailing loudly, I look at the entrance, is Madam Guilia also arriving here? Why is he calling for her like this? "Il mio cuore, il mio amore" (My heart, my love) he rubs the ground. What is he doing to the ground?

I leaned against the back of the elevator and he pushed the button then stood beside me with his arm wrapped around my shoulders. "I love you, Sorella." Lorenzo said then kissed the side of my head. (Sorella- Sister.) "I love you too, Fratello." I said back making him rub his hand up and down my shoulder. (Fratello- Brother.) The elevator dinged then stopped and the doors opened revealing our siblings and father. Dad, Emiliano, and Alessandro got in with Lorenzo and I while Dante and Matteo got in the other elevator with Luca and them. The elevator doors closed and Alessandro pushed the button for the first floor then leaned against the wall like Lorenzo and I. Dad turned and faced me which