Lover In Italian Language Novels & Stories

She'd been quiet through most of the conversation. "Come here, tesoro," he said, wanting to hold her in his arms again. She leaned into him, letting out a little sigh as she nestled her head beneath his chin. "Are you ever going to tell me what that means?" He stroked her hair, enjoying the feeling of her against him again. "It's an Italian endearment similar to 'sweetheart'," he told her. "But translated literally, it means 'treasure'." "Oh." She looked pleased by that, and her face darkened with a flush.

Bye now. L - Bye. _____________ Back to real life Luciano, Luciano, Luciano. I should not be finding myself smiling at his message yet I do. 'Amore Mio'. Italian for my love. When he called me that I could feel the rise of butterflies already in my stomach. I should not be feeling butterflies for him of all people and it was all from him calling me, 'amore mio'. Crazy crazy crazy girl.

He rolls his eyes and leaves the room, closing the door behind him. "At least the viagra worked," Alessandra says and I laugh. "Hopefully you're pregnant." Translations: è piacevole- so good Stronzo- asshole Ti amo tanto- I love you so much

Soft and slow yet deep enough it touched my heart. I breathed against his lips, “Tell me you love me again.” “I love you, vita mia.” I'll have to ask him what all these Italian words he keeps calling me mean. “I love you, too, you know?” He stilled, and then a rough sound rumbled in his chest. He lifted me so my eyes were level with his, brushed his lips across mine, and said in a deep, almost apologetic rasp, “I’m never letting you go now.”

"Look at me, please“ I pleaded. His face was angled sideways, his profile bathed in the firelight like a golden halo. He looked as magnificent as a Greek statue. “I want this. I’ve wanted it for a long time now, amore.“ His head turned towards me with curiosity. “Amore? What does it mean?" "It is Italian for love.“ reaching out, I placed my hand on his cheeks. “I love you, Chris.“ He gave me a radiant smile that lightened up his entire face. "I love you too, Nina. More than anything." He kissed me deeply, laying me down on the cushions. As I undressed, the heated look he gave me when he saw my white polka-dot underwear made all my insecurities vanish.

He always knew and protected me more than everyone else. “L'amore rende deboli. Perfino i lupi più forti si spezzano per una figa.” (Love makes you weak. Even the strongest wolves break for some pussy.) “It’s not love MIRO.” I gritted my teeth and he scoffed. “Sure it isn’t.” “I didn’t call you for advice.” My tone sharpened. “I need a favor.” “And now we get to why you really called m typical Skylo.” He paused. “What do you need, fratello?”

many times yesterday as we consummated our marriage. Fiamma mia means “my flame” in Italian. Pietro laughs above me, stealing me away from my thoughts. “It looks like I reminded you of something, just keep on thinking about it darling. I like it when you think about we did on bed.” I glared at his arrogance only making him feel more amused at my expression. Pietro lifts himself above me about to take off, but I grab his arm stopping him. “Where are you going?” I asked him, feeling unhappy that he is leaving.

Why call her anything else when she has a name so beautiful? Every day I find myself more in love in with her. Every day that passes by draws me closer to her. Over the last so many days that we have been talking, I have been meaning to ask her what I mean to her, if I do mean anything at all. I want to ask her whether she sees me as a potential boyfriend, but I will not, because I don’t believe in the terms ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’. These terms are too frivolous and are just used to introduce people. I believe more in the word ‘soulmate’. It makes so much sense. When you’re in love, it’s meant for life, isn’t it? If not, then what defines love? A cup of coffee shared together? A drink?

his voice was soft and sweet, and he had a look of sincerity on his face. " Liam.., I.. " he interrupts me again. " Cercy haven't I made it pretty obvious. I love you goddammit! "

And while I took out handkerchief from my pocket after washing my face in order to wipe it out suddenly something fell on the ground from my pocket And when I took a closer look at it, I came to know that it's the same address where I went and I just threw it in the dustbin as even the talk with stranger also did help me out but along with it, I saw something also written on the other side of the page which read " non ti lascaro , perché hai provato a modificare la sequenza temporale , perché ora vedrai il gioco vero come fino ad ora era solo un trailer e ora devi pagare per le tue azioni di sicuro perché puoi correre ma davvero non puoi nasconderti da me” which I was really and able to unde