Novia En Italiano Novels & Stories

“Sì?” She cocked her head to the side as she repeated what he said. “What’s ‘sì’?” “It’s ‘yes’ in Italian.” “Italian? You're Italian?” “Yes. I am from Italy. You are also Italian.” He stated. “I am? But I’m not from Italy; I'm from Devnia.” The little girl corrected. “Am I Italian, too?” Her brother asked, and he chuckled. “Yes. Half. Both of you are half Italian.” “And mum, is she Italian too?”

I mumbled with fright in my voice. "I didn't do it, I swear," I repeat. "Non l'ho fatto, lo giuro," I repeat. WORD TRANSLATION < >oh, Mio ​​Dio, Cosa è successo Alla mia Cara viola? Stai bene? < >oh my God, what happened, my dear viola? are you ok? < >buono a nulla traditore < > good for nothing betrayer < > Non-l'ho fatto, lo giuro <

“Lior mentioned you’re new to the city." I nod, and something pops into my mind and before I can shove it aside, I blurt it out. "What language were you speaking to Lior back at the hotel?" His eyes narrow for a bit, but then it's replaced with a smirk. "Oh? Have you ever been to Italy before?” Italy? Where's that? The question catches me off guard. “No,” I reply, confused. “Why do you ask?” It didn't even answer my question. He chuckles, a low, knowing sound. “I could tell. You can't identify the language when it's spoken. It's Italian. Beautiful, isn't it?”

Putting my palm on the surface of the window I whisper smiling softly, "Ciao, Italia." ("Hello, Italy.")

Amico -Friend Grazie- Thank you Fiore de Venezia- Flower of Venice Calcio della pistola- Butt of the gun

Gianni “Ciao, come stai?” I stared at her in confusion when she spoke in a language that I didn’t understand. Italian? It sounded like it which means Luca wasn’t lying when he said I was in Italy. Now that I think about it, even his name was Italian which means he didn’t lie. “Oh, you don’t understand? I thought you would know. I am sorry but my English isn’t the best but I will try. I said, Hi, how are you?”

She questions. This is exactly why I did not want to get too close to him. He has other girls, I am no special. “What are their names? Maddison and Elena?” She giggles a little before she continues. “I personally didn't like them and they were not even that pretty but you,” she walks towards me and grabs my face as she begins staring at my feature. I find this sort of awkward. “Sei un capolavoro.” She proclaims. (Italian Translation: You are a masterpiece.)

I threw on a robe, pecked her forehead, before walking out of the room, and down the grand stairs to meet this mysterious lady. Taking the last round, I saw the said lady. She wasn't dressed shabbily or seductively. Rather, she was dressed in the most comfy cooperate wear. Her hair was well laid, and she had this simple yet classy aura. When she spotted me, she stood up and greeted me with a smile. “Good morning, Donna.” Her intonation was perfect! I mean, perfect. “Ciao, sono Martina, la nuova insegnante di Violet! I’m Martina, Violet’s new teacher.” And her Italian? Top-notch!

A subtle smirk played on her lips, leaving me slightly unsettled, as if she held a secret I hadn't discovered yet. I sensed Gia was about to say something when Sofia pulled her back. "Non iniziare," she muttered, rolling her eyes. (Do not start) "Voglio solo presentarmi," Gia smirked sinisterly. (I just want to introduce myself) "I think we're already past that, Gia. What else is there to know?" I let out a dry chuckle. "Sei italiano?" Gia asked surprisingly, while Sofia gave me a warm smile. (Are you Italian?)

Duke asked when they were alone again. She giggled at his horrible pronunciation. “It’s ‘molto delizioso’,” she corrected, leaning in and repeating the words as he stumbled over them. When at last he’d managed tolerably enough not to offend, she nodded. “It means ‘very delicious’.” “All right then.” Snapping his napkin out and laying it over his lap, he lifted his fork and sank the tines into the generous service of pasta, twirling until a decent sized bite emerged. He flashed her a playful grin. “Open up.”