Novia En Italiano Novels & Stories

The lady asks and I assume it is something around the lines of what do you want. “Io sono Jena, piacere.” I introduced myself, not really sure what else to say as I wasn’t lying when I told Dalon that I barely know any Italian. I use my nickname instead of my full name, not because I am afraid she might call my name as I pass by with Dalon anywhere near, but because I hate the idea of feeling like I am at home, where everyone aside from my best friend calls me by my nickname. “Ah, Io sona Mila. Di dove sei?” She asks and my mind takes a while to do the translation. I have a feeling she is trying to stick to very simple Italian in hopes that I understand her.

“He’s speaking more Italian than English.” Lorena chuckled. “Seems appropriate since we are in Italy. C’mon, Ella. Let’s go get a gelato.” Ella groaned. “Ugh, not you too.” Lorena laughed happily. “Don’t worry. It is one of the few words I know.” She turned her eyes to her son. “So gelato then spiaggia?” Lorena playfully shoved her shoulder against her friend, as she uttered the word beach in Italian.

Her phone rang, causing her to frown as she held her head, clearly suffering from a bad headache. "What! " she snapped into the phone. "Whatever Lorenzo stops being a little bitch, we'll leave and yes, I'll pay for everything, (Qualunque cosa Lorenzo smetta di essere una piccola stronza, ce ne andremo e sì, pagherò tutto,)" she blurted out in Italian. She rubbed her head and sighed, hanging up the call. "Cagna(bitch)" she muttered. I chuckled. "What does that mean? " I asked, fully aware of its meaning. I might have learned a few Italian swear words.

And then he took her. **** Italian Vocabulary Bellissima means gorgeous

"Nora, when are you going to stop this? I mean I hate the bad air around here." I feigned ignorance, "What do you mean?" "Sai di Cosa to parlando." ( You know what I'm talking about.) I shrugged, "Abbiamo del Lavoro da fare." (We have work to do.) ***

****** TRANSLATIONS: Mio Prezioso: My Precious sono affamato: I am hungry Avrò tutti i gusti di te: I will have all tastes of you Deliziosa: Delicious Ti mangerò finché non mi pregherai di smettere: I'll eat you until you beg me to stop E indovina un po', non mi fermerò nemmeno allora: And guess what, I won't stop then either non ti muovere: Do Not Move

Nonna Luisa's voice pulled Calla back to reality. "No, thank you," Calla said, and Nonna Luisa smiled. "What's the meaning of tesoro?" Calla asked, missing the pronunciation. She was curious as to why the old lady kept addressing her that way. “Ah, it means-a treasure… in Italiano," Nonna Luisa said with a warm smile, the word rolling gently off her tongue. Treasure? Calla’s brows drew together. Why would the woman call her that? They had barely exchanged more than a few words, and she's basically a stranger.

Fijii laughed. I sip on the wine. My one year exploration has resulted to a great one. "So what's it called then?" "Vino E Rimpianto" Wine and Regret in italian language. While you are sipping on it, I am also asking myself the what ifs and also did you really love me on that months VJ.

I was about to thrust forward when the door was slammed against the wall. “Che cazzo, Mattias!” (Italian for “What the fūck, Mattias!”) Lorenzo hissed from the door, forcing me to roll my eyes as I leaned my forehead against Isadora’s. “You’ll have enough time to fūck her, but right now we have bigger issues. Get the fūck up and stop thinking with your dīck.” He added, before walking off. “Prometto che finiremo questa principessa.” (Italian for “I promise we will finish this, princess.”) I murmured against her soft lips before pressing my lips to hers.

Italy is slowly becoming my second home, and the language is getting easier to learn. Benvenito a casa, la mia raggazza is boldly written on a large banner. Grinning, we open the door, past the banner, and there everyone is waiting. “Daddy!” Violet screams as she runs to her Dad, hugging him tightly. Nina wastes no time as she walks to her Family, moving into her mother’s embrace. Smiling, Cara, Danielle and I walk to Sinister. “Phiona.” Luciano grins as he jumps into my arms, I kiss him all over his face, as he tightens his hand round my neck, God, I love this boy so much.