Mia Culpa Translation Novels & Stories

But where? Taking a shaky breath, I picked up the pen and pressed it to the dotted line. With a quick scrawl, I signed my name, sealing my fate. When I looked up, his gaze was cruel, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “Welcome aboard, Siara Movark.”

'' He asks. ''News travel fast, Dom. You're in luck that we've been friends for a long time or I wouldn't be here talking to you or feel sympathy for your stupid act. I would've just stab your brains out.'' He chuckles while Elia just smile at him—not saying a single word, ''So, what kind of help do you need?'' ''Ucciderlo.'' Elia replies, his voice low and serious. Marc looks straight at Elia, not quite certain of what he just heard. Well, that explains everything that I heard whenever he talks in Italian, I don't understand a single shit but I just keep quiet, thinking maybe I could understand but no, none.

When Bella and the girls passed, one of them made a statement in Spanish referring to Bella in particular. What? Am I supposed to know what that means? Maya I know you are best in different languages; please translate. No, you don't need to know what it's meant; just focus. Nana interrupted them. BellaYou are going to fuck the world's most wanted criminal, a drug lord, as a matter of fact, and you don't even know his language. Well, what the guy is trying to tell you is this: "You see that bitch in the middle? She got one hell of a killer body, if only the boss would pass her down to me. When he is true, I will surely show her what these machines are made of." That's his saying, not mine. Ma

Everything in me warned me to be cautious. “My sources say otherwise,” he hummed, “but if it's a matter of not having appetite, I wouldn't be surprised considering what you've been through today.” My hackles rose as did my suspicions when he looked up, and smirked. “How are you enjoying your newfound freedom Alina?” That was all the confirmation I needed. Rage burst in me as it clicked and suddenly all my caution flew to the wind. “You bastard,” I spat out. Once I would have never imagined cursing him out like this but I couldn't help myself. Not when my suspicions were warranted.

Deagan laughed, wiping the slobber off his face. “Misterio… Mist, for short.” Deagan eyed her strangely. “That’s very different, any reason?” Hazel asked and Aria smiled at the grey-eyed cuteness. “Misterios means Secrets in Spanish.” Deagan caught on easily while others remained in the dark, no one asked her to elaborate. “Well then Mist, come meet your uncle Aycin.” Aycin held his hands out and so he made his way down the table, receiving rubs and kisses. “Little attention lover, isn’t he?” Aria laughed at Deagan’s words.

Allegra let out a groan, "Okay, everyone, let's just call them blocks. Plain old blocks." Aurora shrugged, "But blocks aren't as fun as Motherfuckers." Cristiano clapped his hands, "Motherfucker blocks!" Evangeline buried her face in her hands. "This is a disaster." Cristiano extended a block towards Marcello, who hesitated, then stepped forward, accepting the block. He looked up at me with a triumphant smile and declared, "Motherfucker." I couldn't help but laugh. "Really, that's the first English word you learned?"

"No, you're not. You're a mafia boss interrogating your hostage. Don't pretend to be human." The insult should have annoyed him. Instead, Rafael found himself intrigued. She had claws hidden under that fragile exterior. "You're right," he said. "I'm not sorry. I'm curious. Dead parents, hostile family, multiple assassination attempts. You're either incredibly unlucky or sitting on information you don't know you have." "Maybe I'm just a Roglas. That seems to be enough."

Trina looked up at Mario her beautiful eyes filled with frightened tears, Ehi, ehi, non piangere, non ti consegneremo a loro. Siamo cresciuti sull'isola, sappiamo che la mafia mente quando le vediamo‘ [Hey, hey, don’t cry, we won’t hand you over to them. We grew up on the island, we know Mafia lies when we see them] Gently he pulled her into his arms and hugged her close, ‘Grazie’ [Thank you] She sobbed quietly trying not to bring attention to herself,

He doesn't particularly enjoy vehicles, but when he was younger, his brother Gabriel brought up talks about weapons and cars, and he recalled him suggesting that cars were excellent investments. In order to unwind and relax while he awaited for a response from someone he messaged only moments earlier, Michael drove all over Milan. From the open window of his car, he saw the passing structures and landscape. Mezzaluna Inc.'s main building had been constructed in the downtown area of Milan, and as he passed a number of structures, he started to think back to his brother's words. Michael recalled his brother's words. His brother used to say "La sconfitta inizia de la ve paura. It means “defeat

"Ucciderò questo bastardo, mi senti!" Blaze raged through his phone, he's actually yelling in his foreign language to the person. (I will kill this bastard, you hear me!) Mia felt bad for the person on the phone with him, he must be Italian she knew a couple of words since she's French. "Non me ne frega un cazzo, trova un modo!" He ordered and slammed his phone on the wall making his mate whimpered. (I don't give a fuck, find a way!)