Novia En Italiano Novels & Stories

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?)

With hurried steps, Caitlyn rushed along between her captors through the labyrinthine hallways of the stone fortress. “What did he say to you?” she asked of the English-speaking thug who dragged her along. “I didn’t understand,” she lied. “He told you,” the Italian man replied, stopping abruptly with the other in front of a heavy door. “Sbrigati con la serratura.” The words were sharp, spoken over her head to the man holding her on the other side.