Omertà Novels & Stories

Don Romano says, tilting his head up to look at me. I blow out a breath as the name lands on me. Clarissa. Not Annalissa. Never me. I smile the way I’ve practiced and grab a seat next to him. Dante sits next to the young lady. They look a lot alike except she has curly hair with blonde highlights, and perfect skin. She’s his younger sister, Ornella Romano. I’ve only ever seen her on a magazine cover when she appeared on Forbes top ten special athletes spotlight. Don Romano warms up to me in minutes.

"You look breathtaking, my love; no woman can match your beauty." "You are exceptional, my love, he continued with his compliment. Seeing his eyes shine like this while he compliments me boosted my confidence. He ordered a cab to take us to our destination; the place was not very far from the hotel, so I considered it a waste of money, but he said he wanted us to have the full experience of the date. We arrived at a place called Terrezza Vittoria, known for their famous parmigiana di melanzane, a dish of eggplants and tomato sauce. The place was filled with people.

CHAPTER FOUR Antonio stood in the grand estate of his family's Italian villa, the warm sunlight casting a golden glow over the lush gardens. His mother, Maria, stood before him, her sparkling blue eyes filled with warmth and love. "il mio sole," she whispered, her voice like music to his ears. "You are destined for greatness. Never forget who you are and where you come from." Antonio's eyes locked onto hers, drinking in the adoration and pride that shone in her gaze.

The ones lined around and up his arms were normal. But the ones the crawled up to his back, shoulders and neck didn’t look ordinary. On the side of his back, crossing to his shoulder and a certain path that crawled up to his neck looked like a chained bird that got loose. That loose chain was the crawling one on his neck. “What does this tattoo mean?” I asked, hoping he’d answer me. Martil sighed, puffing smoke into the room. “It’s an Omertà.” “What’s that?” The name itself sounded strange.

Lose yourself in the narrow streets full of the old empire of Marons and colors, pay a visit to the 16th century parish church, discover Preta Tonna and look up to see the profile of the towers of Caldora Castle Cantelmo. Even if you're lucky, you might find the eternal pop star Madonna, as her family hails from Pacentrane and is said to love this place. 12. Caprarola “Lazio On top of a volcanic hill in the Lake Vico basin, in the Viterbo galaxy, is Caprarola, a planet with a unique urban structure, thanks to the architect Jacopo Barozzi.

Elisa's hair flew in the wind, and Felix was jealous. "Lake Como?" she repeated. Camelia had heard of the town of Varenna from one of her business partners. Lake Como was a must-see destination for tourists in Italy, famous for its beautiful blue waters and paradise-like atmosphere. Camelia had thought about taking a vacation with Samuel during the summer, but Felix made it happen for her.

Jide stood, "we have to do it." Goddison rubbed the bridge of his nose as if he wanted to say something, but Mary asked the question first. "Do what?" Jide heaved and instead of giving her the answer, he pushed Goddison aside and trotted down the hill, toward the woman and the warriors. Ugomma called out his name, but the wind had taken her voice into a whisper. It was dangerous and he really should pay heed to their warnings, but he couldn't. Somehow he felt connected with the woman crying and each step down the hill was like plummeting into one's death.

“No, Fiorella. Not your friend, Verona. We're in the city of Verona, Italy.” Disappointment danced on Avril's face. “Oh,” she exhaled and sat on the couch. “Is Verona far from... Milan?” The guard eyed her again. “If you are asking because you want to know how far here is from Remus, then yes. Verona is two hour drive from Milan, and doesn't have a direct gateway to or from Remus.” “Okay. Thanks.”

Saturday mornings in Colland even in March in Italy were cold, cold enough for jogging and a great deal of sweaty exercises. Since the change, he began doing a lot of exercises than he usually did. Coming to this new town for his first year, he already had his routine planned out for the rest of the session. He would jog from his apartment to the saint Lucy’s cathedral 300 meters away from his apartment, quite close to his college, for peace and hope to begin the new coming week; then he would jog to the D’oleivre bridge from where you could see the neighboring towns and villages in the distance, for a quiet moment with his thoughts and his soul and then he would jog back to his apartment an

Finally, reaching the other side of the lake, we made our way across the moguls towards the glistening peaks emerging from several low-lying clouds. Maintaining a good pace, we arrived at the base of the mountain. I turned to Dresna. “A couple of energy bursts, and we’ll be gazing down at what was once a thriving metropolis.” Dresna stared up at the sheer cliff that towered above us. “Or we’ll be face to face with our ancestors,” he suggested sarcastically. I could sense his confidence slipping away. “Don’t be so preoccupied with negativity.” I laughed to reassure him. Dresna grimaced as we removed the climbing lasers from our packs and attached them to the back of our hands, then added cram