One Italian Summer นิยาย & เรื่องราว

So still it was like her body forgot how to breathe. Italy. Her mind flashed violently to the hospital. To the ICU lights. To Damian’s broken voice. To Lysandra’s face. To the corridor where she’d walked away. To the name Damian Blackwell, fresh on Nikolai’s tongue like it meant nothing. Sera forced herself to swallow. Her smile stayed on her lips, but it was no longer warm. It was careful. “…Italy?” she echoed, voice too light. Nikolai nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! Our teacher said it’s educational. We’ll see history and museums and eat pizza and pasta and...”

One of them, Señora Mendes, gripped the younger woman’s arm hard enough to bruise. “Tidewalker,” she whispered. The word felt wrong in the morning air. “Tidewalker,” another echoed, and the name passed between them like a curse. When the younger woman asked what it meant, Señora Mendes didn’t look up from the black water. “They say,” she muttered, eyes fixed on the bloated hands floating just beneath the surface, “when too much blood hits the water at once, the ocean remembers. And when summer burns hot enough... it comes back to drink again.”

I didn’t want anything to go down between my friend’s man and me. I kept looking at his zip to know if it was open or not; I just kept looking. “Is everything okay?” Danny asked. Immediately, I was startled. “No, nothing.” He smiled softly and focused on driving. “You should relax.” I nodded. Already, I was having crazy thoughts. Can he touch me at least? I was lost in thought, imagining how he would have me on top of his bed and fuck the hell out of me. Fuck me, suck me, kiss me; I’m all yours, Danny.

Over summer break, right after graduation, my parents, Stuart and Rachel Powell, decided the whole family would take a road trip together. But the moment I hauled my suitcase up to the car door, Mom's hand shot out to stop me. "There's no room. Maybe you should just sit this one out." She glanced back at the seat behind her. "Aiden doesn't want you along, either. He's not feeling well right now, so give way to him." My knuckles went white on the suitcase handle, and my throat turning bitter. Aiden was the biological son they'd lost years ago and only just found again. Ever since he came back, everything that used to be mine had gone to him. Slowly, I'd been pushed to the margins of t

all there invited guest had returned to their home. it was 7:30 pm already, the Adams family set to take there leave. jasper and Benjamin were lightly drunk. since Benjamin doesn't fancy the service of domestic worker except for Franca who has been Niyola's Nanny from birth. Benjamin, you're drunk and Tasha can not drive at night due to her night blindness, I advise that you guys should sleep over tonight and you will go home tomorrow morning. Lola said while her husband who was now miserably drunk just shake his like a lizard.

I can smell peppermint and summer. "dormi, dolcezza" he suddenly said before hugging me tighter. I can feel the warmth in my stomach as he said that. I don't know what it means for I never took Italian language, I better go with French. The butterflies are there and I can hear that faint music. I shook my head in disappointment, how can I be so cliché?

Lucya I watch as Maximo ran after Adrian on the sandy beach. Nothing was not any perfect than watching my family having fun during summer on the finest beach in Italy. I was wrong—my faith made me bound to stay glued in Italy. At first I was afraid of this place but now it felt like home. Lea sat beside me with a magazine on her hand, she is reading about 'life after marriage.' Damien and her finally got the happy ending they deserved.

With just seven days left until the college entrance exam, the high school's PA system suddenly crackled to life during the morning break. “My name is Lily Smith. I’m a senior. Before I graduate, I’d like to confess my feelings to my crush.” Inside the classroom, every eye instantly locked onto Jack. The room exploded into rowdy cheers and teasing. Jack felt his face burn as his heart hammered against his ribs. After all, he had spent three whole years cracking jokes to help his childhood friend, Lily, overcome the deep dark pit of her depression. On her eighteenth birthday, she had even initiated their first kiss. “You were the light that pulled me out of the darkness. I hope that once

With a smile of nostalgia, I rub my palms together, taking a moment to savor the essence of Italy. "Ah, living in Italy is like waking up to the aroma of olives and freshly baked bread in the morning, the tantalizing scent of rich Italian cuisine lingering in the air throughout the day. It means being serenaded by the gentle chime of church bells in the distance and strolling through streets adorned with colorful flowers. It's about indulging in gelato on warm summer evenings and savoring the easy access to world-class varieties of exquisite wine, especially here in Tuscany. And let's not forget the high-quality craftsmanship of Italian fashion and footwear—it's truly unparalleled." "Wow, th

Yeah, Talia could see how the hypocrisy could be amusing. “Hold up. You left the office like the devil was nipping at your ass to find Delicioso about your proposal, so… it’s him isn’t it?” Talia took a frustrated sip out of her martini glass and said, “He’s Italian.” “Reigning from the same hot species. Is it him or not?” she shot back. Talia cleared her throat, turned her head away to the side, her left hand rising to rub at her cheek and ear. She jumped when Carrie screamed, quickly turning to face her.