Novel Set In Italy Novels & Stories

• Florence, Italy • ◆ MAXIMILIANO ◆ "I want to live here. For good." Why? Why Italy? Did she feel unsafe in England? Or just unhappy? I stared into her eyes, my legs touching hers as her back leaned against the wall. Her laptop screen behind me looked dimmer now. "Here?" In Florence? "Why?" "I don't wanna go back to Rome," Adreana murmured, her fingers touching mine. "Or London. Bristol's out of the question."

Marcelina's POV The moment the jet doors opened, a strange feeling settled in my chest. This was it. Italy. I stepped down slowly, one foot after the other, my movements careful... almost hesitant. The air wasn't cold, but I felt cold anyway. And without thinking, I wrapped my arms around myself. "It's just Italy" I told myself even as the words sounded pathetic to me. "There's nothing bad in trying somewhere new." The moment I lifted my eyes and took in my surroundings, I froze. Not because it was beautiful. But because the atmosphere felt... off.

I was just looking, the way you do in a quiet moment in someone else's space, taking notes. One book was slightly out of alignment with the rest. It was pulled out and pushed back at a slight angle, the way books look when they've been taken down and replaced repeatedly without quite being slotted back into the correct position. I don't know why I crossed the room. Maybe it was curiosity to know what type of book it was. I pulled it out. It was a novel written in Italian, the spine had worn soft with use. I turned it over in my hands and then opened the front cover, and there it was.

Gabriel with his head crooked against the seat, and his curls had stuck to his temple, and Elias sprawled across his father's arm, his pacifier bobbling between little sighs of sleep. Italy. The land that shaped the man I loved. And now, the vicinity we would have fun two years of marriage, years of situations we have fought together and received, two years of love end up so much greater than we had ever expected possible. As soon as we left the airport, Italy embraced us. It is tough to even describe, the whole lot felt distinct, like the air had a new odor to it. The warm stone baked via the sun, freshly brewed espresso nearby, and a hint of salty sea. The boys hung on to Alessandro as we

I left without another word, as the doors closed behind us, Fabrizio called out, “Replace the guards you killed. I'd love to use some of your skilled men." Eleven hours. Is that how long it takes to create chaos that would cross continents? We had been on a flight of eleven hours, the least I expected from Italy was a new about me dating a girl I don't even know. A lowlife. They're pairing my name with hers, a girl I've never seen. “Book the earliest flight to Italy. Find her and bring to me,” Andrei nodded and before we could take a step, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen and stretched the phone towards me, " Il Padrino.”

It seemed Luca understood that as well. I had spent the entire plane ride thinking and looking for the loopholes in his plan, so I could fix it. Arriving in Italy as if we were coming on a vacation was the perfect excuse. Many people traveled to Italy every year to visit the sites and revel in the culture. I had never been there. The Russians weren't very fond of sinking their feet into places they didn't have control, for example: Italian soil. But the holiday was perfect. And then people stealing our things was also perfect. We very well couldn't just march into Sole Dorato as new maids. We needed to make sure the background - our background, was clean.

The man is usually quiet and reserved, but I can feel that he wants me to succeed in my mission. “Venice, huh?” Jayden surprises me while I’m putting my sweaters in the suitcase. I heard Italy is quite cold in November. “Yeah, have you been to Italy before?” I try to sound normal to make things easier for both of us. After his confession, we didn't talk much, and I notice he’d look away every time we run into each other in the hallways or the cafeteria. “I’ve been to Roma, it’s a beautiful city,” he replies.

Michael had landed in Italy last night and had immediately checked into his room that he had book. It was his first time in Italy and he could barely speak Italian language. He did not know how to find Riley here in the city of Rome. Sure, he knew that she lives in a fortress in the middle of the city. He wondered why would the Don build a fortress in the middle of the city. As per Michael's knowledge, powerful dons lived outside the city in a forest like an area. But Alessandro Bianchi seemed to be a different kind of don.

I look out the window again, but this time the sight that greets me is mindblowing. Italy is beautiful from above. I can make out the green hills that stretch into the distance. Unlike New York that’s littered with skyscrapers and busy traffic, the countryside has tiny villas surrounded by lots of fields. The streets are quiet and empty and peaceful. This is a place to return to after a busy day at work, I take the beautiful view all in, even though I can feel dread pooling at the pit of my stomach. I still haven’t wrapped my head around meeting Massimo’s family and the closer we get, the more anxious I feel.

I didn’t know if it represented a warning or a promise. **** The flight was a blur. I spent most of it watching the clouds and wondering if Dante had woken up yet. If he’d noticed the empty space beside him. The thought made my throat ache. I told myself it was guilt, not longing. When we landed in Italy, the air was different, warmer, heavier with the smell of soil and smoke and espresso. Bologna was loud but not cruel. People laughed in the streets, argued in Italian that sounded like poetry, and nobody looked twice at the girl with the haunted eyes.