Michele Marrone Novels & Stories

Makris turns around as his eyes fall upon the picture. "You know her?" Signora Pallas uttered out, staring astonished at them. "Yes, She's—" "Kind of," Makris cuts Jorginho off with this; he looks questionably at him. "Lorena Cicero is her name, the best worker we ever had. She's very sensible and very friendly. She's a hardworking woman; even being a patrician noble, she acts and dresses like a middle class. She donates three million euros every year and sends foodstuffs and Toys every month for the kids. She's just like her late mother; she's like a—"

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.

I could say that it wasn't fair, but life was never fair in general, especially for those who weren't rich. I would probably end up in jail for murdering one of the customers... or Christine if it weren't for Monique and Marco, my coworkers and friends. Monique was a half-Spanish, feisty girl with a heart of gold. She had a ton of dark-brown curls on her head, brown eyes, a beautiful, tanned complexion, and a gorgeous smile. Marco was a 6-foot-tall Italian gay with a Greek god's body and a deceiving smirk that fooled 99% of women. Both of them were like my personal rays of sunshine, getting me through even the gloomiest day.

"I live here. And who are you?" "My name is Abra. I came to see Mariano." She answered. Well, she didn't seem as bitchy as she looked. A bra had come to see Mariano. "Yes, I know its a funny name." She confessed. "Its Italian." I stifled a laugh. "I don't know where he is." I said. "Meela said he's gone to get more ice cream. Since when does he like ice cream?" She must be really close to Mariano to be on first name basis with Meela and Linda.

Marco »»»◈««« "Lilianna Sofia Bruno, twenty-three years old, daughter of Sanrino Bruno," Alessandro said, his voice steady as he gave me the background check on Lilianna and her brothers. "She attended a prestigious high school in Miami before her father forcibly relocated her back to Naples. During her time in the US, she lived with her brother Samuele and her half-brother Grabriele, along with Emilio Bruno, their Uncle."

"Hmm, entertain me. Fire it away." "Michelle Finley, 28 years old, migrated to Milan six years ago. Her flower shop, which she named after her daughter, was known in Brera. She has a daughter whose name is Marsha, a 5-year-old girl who goes to the Brera Kindergarten school. She was never seen with other men except with Jose Bianchi, a businessman whose relationship with her hasn’t been confirmed yet. But they seemed very close," informed by the private investigator. "How about her daughter’s father?"

[ S E R A P H I N E ] Michele Serra is a curly-haired lanky guy in his early 30s. Most likely Alfeo's first cousin. They have the same downturned blue eyes. Light brown hair. Well-defined jawline. About the same height, too. Paolo, Fico and the other bodyguards remain standing near the carved wooden doors. They keep glancing around. Like they're all expecting someone uninvited to show up out of nowhere.

Main branch: Marcel Delacourt, Viale Maria Cristina di savoia 16 Pontasserchio, Pisa, Italy. So he is an Italian guy.

If I would have been that you were going to find your mate at the graduation I never would have made a deal with him. Just exactly who is this Alpha in Italy? I ask him. His name is Alpha Valentino Marelli and he is one of the most fearsome and ruthless Alpha's there is. He even scares the living daylights out of me. Do you mean to tell me that some Alpha from Italy who we haven't heard of scares you? I said to my father. Yes, he does scare me, he kind of sounds like he's from the Italian Mafia too.

“We are against taller players.” “Height doesn’t matter,” I said. “You have a spring on your jump, so you’re going to be fine.” Chelsea stretched out his arms. “Looks like our bosses are playing tennis for the last games for today.” “Hence the outfit,” Peach remarked. “But who’s with Stark today?” “The redhead?” Chelsea asked. “Yeah. She looks familiar.” She pointed out the lower box to our left, where Stark and the woman were sitting together watching the games. “Francesca Moretti. She’s an Italian tennis star and an artist,” Chelsea said, which she had already told me at home last night. “They’re playing in pairs today, I guess.”