Omertà Novels & Stories

It's a text from Raisa. Raisa: party in Taormina tonight with the Barone boys? Valentina: Barone boys? How Raisa: Vinnie texted me because you weren't answering Raisa: said he texted you at like 9 I scroll down my notifications bar. Shit. She's right. Valentina: yeah okay Valentina: sure Valentina: where is it? Raisa: Taormina Valentina: ?? Raisa: the TOWN

Matteo gave her an amused look, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “DUMBO stands for Down Under Manhattan Bridge Overpass. It’s an iconic tourist spot now with lots of things to do. You’ll see.” Amelia couldn’t wait to check it out. Everything sounded exciting in Matteo’s presence. Her eyes shone brighter, her heart raced faster at the prospect of a first date with her crush. Yes, she was crushing on Matteo. Although it was too early to conclude, now she was sure she had reached the crush stage.

In contrast, Zeno had chosen Bistecca alla Fiorentina, a specialty of Florence made of Chianina beef raised in the Tuscan countryside. Thiago ordered a simple pizza. "You can never go wrong with pizza, and it's the one thing I can pronounce," he said. While we waited for our food, we walked around the surrounding shops. The little trinkets they had were all on display; many of them were of a wolf that looked just like Arina's wolf.

Hers wasn’t much better, but at least it looked like a bowl. Ramona sat across from us, holding up a perfectly sculpted vase that flared at the top like a blooming flower. Of course, hers was perfect. It had little painted motifs around the edge that looked worthy of being in an art museum. Sloane leaned over and squinted at it. “Is that supposed to be lemon trees?” Ramona smiled brightly. “Yes! Capri is known for its lemons. I thought it would be charming.” “Of course you did,” Sloane muttered, not quite under her breath.

Inside her head, Thea heard the sound of a key turning, locking. She was in so much trouble. And she’d brought all this trouble down on Lawry’s head, too. They were now on their way to Taormina, in Sicily. The home of the Chiaramontes, and the center of their power. No allies, no friends… But spies everywhere... Thea was sure about that.

She said. Lucien laughed again while clapping his hands together, as if he was watching an interesting spectacle. "Moonwood. A city ruled by wolves ... Protected by witches ... And inhabited by many humans. Interesting ..." commented Lucien. The breeze hit their facial skin. Another figure came —joined in the midst of the easing of the tension. Leona breathed a sigh of relief when she knew the figure. Loui. The big brother. "Ah. Another Argent." muttered Lucien slightly bitterly. Lucien immediately looked away –avoiding Loui's intense gaze.

Eight years shadowing my father, two years as COO, and yet he acted like taking a vacation was a betrayal to him. Mama sighed. “I just think Greece is too far away. Why not Canada instead? I looked it up, and there’s a fantastic gyros spot in Toronto.” “Gyros?” I laughed. “Mama, the gyros in Mykonos will blow Canada’s out of the water.” Her gaze shifted to my chips. “Do you really need to take those? You’ll ruin your stomach, agapoula.” (sweetheart) “It’s just a little spice Mama,” I said, slipping them into my carry-on triumphantly. “Keeps my tan even.”

replies alpha Frank. “then who are we talking about” Archer takes places his butt atop the table. “we are all ears Jeremy” speaks beta Harrison. “charlotte Romero. The former Alpha’s daughter” Jeremy’s voice came out in slow pauses; he knew a female never holds position in the moonstone pack. “will you take back those words! you know where women belong” growls Alpha Frank. “anywhere they want to be, don’t you think so Jeremy, women. Belong. Where. They want to be” Archer smiles at the end of his sentence, and with a sudden jump he gets off the table.