Novel Set In Italy Novels & Stories

“I told you to call me Papa. And good daughters don’t run away from their parents. Especially when you are about to wed a good friend of mine.” I didn’t speak. My surroundings were dimly lit, as if I was in some kind of room. This isn’t a basement cell, they covered walls with black clothing to hide what’s on the inside and the same as what’s out there. Not even a sound can give me a hint where they are hiding me, but I know we are still in Italy. The Russian’s might give Dante a helping hand, but this is Italian territory. After the stunt they did in the Palace, it’ll be hard for them to exit this country.

'Buona serata Signor Giovanni, Signora Mia" Leonardo greeted both the Russo's whom returned his greetings, Signora Mia going as far as pitching his cheeks. 'Oh my goodness, you are so big since the last time we saw you. I just knew that you would make a lovely husband for my beautiful daughter" Signora Mia Squealed excitedly. 'Well it has been long since I have visited Sicily and might I add how come I have never seen your daughter when I lived here?" Leonardo asked the Russo's, inwardly knowing why it was that he had never set eyes on Avena. 'Oh that is because we adopted her after your family moved to the United States, anyway come on in and let us go and have some drinks," Signora cheered

he growled as he left the room, slamming the door close, heading towards the direction of the attic and the library. Meanwhile, I sat down down on a swirl chair in the mini library that housed not less than one hundred books, getting sleepy over the interesting novel I was reading when I heard Armani practically screaming my name as he approached the library. The novel was all about a young mistress in search of her missing master with the hope of a happy reunion when she finally sees him.The story was set to medivial times of old, the year seventeenth hundredths to be precise. The novel was the first thing that caught my attention when I stepped into the library. It had a fantastic silver c

Tall buildings pierced the sky, lights flickered in every corner, and streets were alive with people. Men, women, and children walking free. Laughing. Holding hands. I envied them with every fiber of my being. “Which… which country are we in?” I asked softly, unable to stop myself. “Italy,” he said simply. Italy. I froze. My heart sank. All my little plans were gone in a second. I didn’t know anyone here. I barely know the language, the streets. I was trapped even outside. But deep down, I wasn’t shocked. César was always unpredictable. Being in Italy was just another one of his cruel surprises.

As we waited to board, I opened Alex's journal and wrote on the first page: "January 15th - Leaving New York with Miguel. Scared and excited and ready for whatever comes next. This is what choosing yourself feels like." Eight hours later, we landed in Rome. The Italian sun was warm on our faces as we stepped off the plane, and the air smelled different - older, full of history and possibility. "So," Miguel said as we collected our luggage, "how does it feel to be in Italy?" "Like the beginning of everything," I said. And for the first time in my adult life, I meant that in the best possible way. We caught a train to Florence, then a bus to the small Tuscan town where our residency would be b

Disclaimer This book is a modern version of the Classic Romeo and Juliet love story and it is therefore set for the most part in Sicily and Italy. The two families involved are Mafia families so some of the script is written in Italian with the English translation in brackets. It does not distract from the story, if you cannot read Italian, read the English! Enjoy!! 'Alessandro, fermati, per favore devo riposare.' [Alessandro, stop, please I must rest.]

___ I'll send you news soon love don't worry I lowered my face kissing her lips passionately then pulling away I put on my sunglasses and cap not wanting to be recognized as soon as I set foot in Italy, I grabbed my bag and left, one last look back made my heart break, the two women I love the most loved hugging crying as if we were never going to meet again. I went the whole trip with my eyes wide open, staring at everything suspiciously, I couldn't afford to be silly this time. When I arrived in the Italian capital, my sweet home, there were at the airport four of di Paolo's men who had been sent to help me, waiting for me, Aníbal in front of them. We all went to Aníbal's old apartment, I

Referring to Italy, without mentioning the beautiful flowers with unique scents, it is very lacking. Emma finished the examination of the organs in the body, and it was already afternoon. They sat on a large campus in the middle of a forest of colorful flowers. She changed to another dress, light yellow color both graceful and flexible. After completing the health test, Emma becomes more and more curious about the person of Ivan Domenica - the young Italian mafia boss. What kind of person is he? And why did he protect her and bring her here to care for her when the bomb exploded?

Nico asked, “Where is our real uncle? We’ve never met him.” Damiano replied simply, “He lives far away. He’ll come someday.” Far indeed. Milano lay in the south, while San Celestino was far up north. By this time of year, San Celestino was already welcoming autumn with coats, while Milano still endured rain and blazing sun. Snow from San Celestino had never reached Milano. --- Lucia soon woke up, restless from sleep. Still groggy, she searched for the kids but didn’t see them. She got out of bed and noticed Damiano sitting with Nina and Nico, watching cartoons.

I said softly, “is oxygen.” He nodded slowly. “And we,” I added with a faint smile, “control the air.” The plane landed in Italy as the sun began to set, casting golden light across the runway like a stage spotlight that refused to dim. When I stepped off the jet, the warmth of Italian air felt different from Switzerland’s cold silence. Italy smells alive. Italy smells like noise and ambition and danger wrapped in silk suits. Black cars waited again. More phones vibrated. More notifications arrived. As we drove toward the city, I watched familiar buildings rise in the distance like old allies waiting for instruction.