Lover In Italian Language Novels & Stories

Karo and held his hand. "Ian doesn't tell me you love me now. " "Jeez shut up! Do you love me? What do you like about me? Favorite? " "HMP your body. I like it. " TSK. He is a perv. "Plus your face and your eyes. I love them. " "Since when you realized you love me? "

He reached down under my top and pleasured me while I clutched unto his shoulders He trailed kisses from my abdomen down to my laps leaving me a hot mess. Coming in between me he asked for permission before entering me hard and I screamed out his name ******* "I love you" He kissed my lips for the fifth time as we laid beside each other under the sheets. "I'm so lucky to have you doll. Your my life you know? That's what la mia vita means And without you I wouldn't be able to survive. I know it sounds cliché and I'm being silly but I wouldnt be able to live without seeing your smile

She nodded. "It's just a term of endearment," he said. "It means 'love' in Italian." Mady poked her bottom lip out, turning to me. "That's so sweet," she said earnestly. "What do you call him?" I couldn't help the smile that rose to my lips, Luca shooting me a sharp look from the corner of his eye. "It's a secret," I told her, laughing. "He hates it." Luca just shook his head. I served our food, sitting as far from Blaine as I could when we sat down at the dinner table.

“Ugh, not you too.” Grace laughed happily. “Don’t worry. It is one of the few words I know.” She turned her eyes to her son. “So gelato then spiaggia?” Grace playfully shoved her shoulder against her friend, as she uttered the word beach in Italian. I exited the vehicle. Massimo right behind me. I stepped forward; Massimo stood firm behind me. Each step I took closer to my wife, excitement and anger mixed in my blood. “Fancy seeing you here, wife,” I greeted her in a cold voice.

“You should know your brother more than anyone. He could be using her as bait.” I chuckled, “You know, I'm not concerned about her being the Emperors' relative or not. I want her, I want her for myself! And not even what you're saying right now, or Luciano would stop me.” Mio dolce troia is an Italian meaning for My Sweet Slut.

“I understand, but I would miss you, Frankie. I rubbed my feet against him playfully. — I would miss you too, but you know why I can't stay. He hurt me many times. — What's a little love without heartache? — he said with a sad smile. —The Italians have an expression, ' l'amore non è bello se non è litigarello. ' It means a little fight every now and then makes a good relationship. May you emerge stronger for it. — Fights? — I snort. — He locked me in a dungeon, left me on a yacht in the middle of a hurricane and banished me to live under guard where I was kidnapped.

“And you are…?” “Lorenzo Russo.” Lorenzo laughed, taking my hand in his. “Don't mind my friend—he’s such a grump, no?” His grip was warm, his smile disarming. “And I can see why he's been acting so out of character. You're stunning, caro!” I gave a hearty laugh at that. If I wasn't mistaken, caro was Italian for ‘dear.’

"I have to see you lying in my bed." "Oh. I-" ~~~ Translation Signorina - Miss Amore- Love Labbra- Lips

I asked him, he grinned ear to ear, "It's mean 'love' in Italian word," he kissed back of Maria's hand, "Are you from Italy?" I asked getting completely confused because he doesn't look like Italian, "Oh, No," he said while shaking his head, " I had learned different languages at college, so when I got learn about this, from that day onwards I started calling her Amore, first she got confused and also get mad thinking that I am cursing her in a different language but when she knows what's it's mean, she became all flushed and guilty " Harry laugh wholeheartedly, Maria turns fully red,

WORD TRANSLATION >il mio amore < >my love < >mio Amato < >my belove