Romans & histoires Novel Set In Italy

Alice's POV As our plane gently touched down on the Italian soil, a sense of anticipation coursed through my veins. The familiar thrill of embarking on a new adventure filled me with a renewed energy, heightened by the knowledge that I had Liam by my side. We were in Italy, a land steeped in history, culture, and undeniable beauty. As we disembarked, a fleet of sleek cars awaited us, their doors open in invitation. The warm Mediterranean breeze brushed against my skin, carrying with it the scents of the vibrant Italian countryside. I couldn't help but marvel at the azure skies above and the picturesque landscape that unfolded before us.

Author's POV' The engine hummed low, the only sound filling the air between them. Morning rush on the streets blurred past the windows, but inside the car, silence pressed down like a heavy fog. Elena sat and turned slightly toward the glass, watching the city roll by, her hands folded too tightly in her lap. Many stuffs running on her mind. The first was the excitement of her first day at work after being married to a mafia king. Though Vincenzo still hasn't been claimed as a mafia king, soon he will be announced as mafia king of Italy through a ceremony.

Dante and Jullie stood in the heart of Rome, the city's ancient history a silent backdrop to their modern-day hunt. They were a world away from the glamorous offices of the Orlov empire, in a world of shadows and secrets. Their resources, Dante's network of informants and Jullie's meticulous research, led them to a quiet, unassuming safe house in the Italian countryside. The hunt for Roman was a dangerous one, with every step they took a calculated risk. They knew they were being watched, but they were also watching. They were a team, a family, and they would not rest until they had found the truth.

I tell him and he seems to think for a moment before shaking his head. “Never heard of it.” He says, going back to his computer. “You wouldn’t have. It is in the middle of no where Italy with a very small population. The perfect place to find some piece and quiet and to get my mind on the right track again.” I explain. It really is a small town, but it is beautiful and reminds me of the small towns you see in romance movies where the main character goes through on a trip and then decides to never leave again. It is perfect for my first trip out of this Country that I haven’t left once in the thirty years I have been alive.

Summer in Italy greeted them with clear blue skies and scorching yet warming sunshine. The air was filled with the aroma of fresh coffee, citrus peels, and ancient stones that had absorbed history for thousands of years. Amidst the hustle and bustle of tourists from all over the world, Cassie and Charles, a married couple from England, were embarking on their summer vacation adventure in the heart of Italy, the city of Rome.

Stefano drove calmly in front, glancing at me now and then through the rearview mirror with a slight smile that irritated me. Luca sat beside me, too close. I could smell his fresh soap and a faint woody aroma. It was the second time I'd left the mansion since I arrived in Italy. The city turned out to be beautiful. Old cream and orange buildings lined the cobblestone streets. Green wooden windows with red geranium flowers hung on the sills. People strolled calmly with ice cream in hand. The sound of church bells echoed in the distance. It looked like a fairy tale, but I couldn't enjoy it because Luca wouldn't stop getting closer.

He's attractive yes and as we all know he's got the money but it still doesn't change how annoyingly overconfident he is. "Ok Luciano well could you move yourself, I have to get to art class. And let’s also not forget how you made me drop my things which are making me exceedingly more late which I have to say I do not appreciate. Please and thank you.” "You know when you meet someone and they say their name it's quite common that you introduce yourself. I never missed this place, Italy was much better." Italy. I had found out that he lived in Italy most his life until his father moved him back here to be with him.

I don't know why, but that young woman reminded me of me, when I was 18 years old, something told me that our lives would cross one day. Now that I'm back in Italy it's a new beginning or the return of the past, a past that I wanted to bury but that is coming to the surface and I'm afraid I won't be able to stop it anymore. TO BE CONTINUEEEE........ BOOK 2 "ITALIAN MAFIA 2/she's still mine NOW AVAILABLE You can find my available information in my profile to be aware of my books, which you can find in Spanish here in BUENOVELA and English in GOODNOVEL.

Her eyes fluttered weakly. And that was when she noticed it. The stranger’s gaze had dropped to the necklace around her throat. Confusion crossed his face first. Then something colder. Horror. His grip on her tightened slightly. “…Where did you get that?” Elena tried speaking. But darkness consumed her before the words could leave her lips. — Italy. Somewhere far from the small town Elena had fled to. A man screamed. The sound echoed violently through the underground room before cutting off into broken sobbing.

The handwriting was elegant, flowing, yet distinctively feminine, unlike the stark, modern fonts she was used to. October 12th, [Twenty Years Ago Date] My dearest journal, Here I am, in Italy. Napoli! It feels like a dream, a whirlwind of color and sound after the muted gray of home. Lorenzo is… distracted, as always, with his 'business dealings,' but even his restless energy can't dampen the beauty of this place. The sea is a sapphire mirror, the air is thick with the scent of lemons and history, and the people… oh, the people are so vibrant!