Peaky Blinders Italian Novels & Stories

I correct with a smirk. “You don't like him, stupido pezzo di merda.” She growls. “You like Vincenzo.” (Italian Translation: You stupid piece of shit) I look at her and give her a small sigh. “Thanks for paying stupido pezzo di whatever you just said.” I laugh. (Italian Translation: You stupid piece of) *** “This movie doesn't make sense.” He says shaking his head. I look up to him with a frown. He didn't just insult my movie.

The walls were covered with vintage Italian posters, and a massive wood-fired oven dominated the back wall. "What looks good?" I asked, scanning the chalkboard menu. "You pick. I trust your judgment." I approached the counter where a bearded man greeted us. "What can I get you ladies?" "One large Margherita and one large..." I glanced at the specialty options. "What's the 'Inferno'?" "Spicy soppressata, calabrian chilies, hot honey. Not for the faint of heart." He mimed wiping sweat from his brow. "Perfect. We'll take that too."

"I don't make the rules, I just follow them." "Now I'm not looking forward to this drive," I mumble to myself and I start to eat my food. Translations: Figlio- son Madre- mom Fantastico- fantastic Affascinante- charming Perchè mentire- why lie

The woman who had accused me of peeping on her, Rebecca Zangler, briefly stopped her crying before shrieking at the top of her lungs, "He's lying! He's just trying to weasel his way out of this! How could he possibly be blind? He's at the window every night, peeping on me! Those eyes… Those eyes…" She seemed to be trying to think of a way to describe my eyes, but the sight of them unnerved her so much that she couldn't find the words. All she could do was point a finger at me while her whole body shook. "Disgusting! He's just too disgusting!" Her shout caused the spectating neighbors to stir once more, and they began clamoring. "That's right! He must be pretending to be blind!" "Criminals no

“The day came. They went to this new romantic Italian restaurant. He did some special arrangements for her, the flowers, the music, the food, even the atmosphere. Each and everything were perfect. Everything was going according to the plan. But guess what? Who decided to show up?” he said looking at both of them with sharp gazes and fake unpleasant smile. “Italian restaurant? You mean Stai dalla mia parte? They make the best white sauce pasta in the word!!! Try it someday” said Eun Ji cheerfully.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared?” “Fuck off, Salvatore.” I squirm and feel something hard digging into my butt when I move again. I open my eyes in surprise. “I hope that's a spicy soppressata in your pocket and not what I’m thinking,” I sputter, and he lets out a careless laugh that surprises me. “Believe me, what I have is better than salami. It's the best cured meat,” he replies with an egocentric tone. “You narcissistic piece of shit.”

Luca stated. They continued to chat about the play until they got to their next destination. The Vibrant Vibe Lounge. It was a laid back place with a laid back cliental. The music that usually played was retro. Julian thought the Italians would appreciate it. He ordered a 2022 Poggio Delle Grazie Bardolino, an Italian wine, and appetizers for all of them to share. “Tell me,” Anita began with intrigue. “How did the two of you meet?”

"Ucciderò questo bastardo, mi senti!" Blaze raged through his phone, he's actually yelling in his foreign language to the person. (I will kill this bastard, you hear me!) Mia felt bad for the person on the phone with him, he must be Italian she knew a couple of words since she's French. "Non me ne frega un cazzo, trova un modo!" He ordered and slammed his phone on the wall making his mate whimpered. (I don't give a fuck, find a way!)

But then, his smile vanished and the light in his eyes turned to fire. “But that would be over my dead body,” he growled under his breath. “Because if I can’t have you… then no one in the world will. Not under my watch.” ******* Rosealba sat on the chair with squinted shoulders. Her eyes lingered on the food that laid out on the tray. Staring back at her. She sucked in some breath, inhaling the aroma of the well-cooked Tonnarelli Cacio e P**e. A handmade pasta with Pecorino Romano and black pepper. Creamy and simply magical.

Turning around to the window, I look at him in surprise. "Um, excuse me, Signore?" I furrow my confused brow at how he caught me staring at him. I thought that he was supposed to be blind, right? "Are you deaf? I thought I told you to stop staring at me." he winces like a child with his Italian accent, making it odder. Did he call me deaf? How on earth did he know that I was looking at him? He's fucking blind for chrissake. Still trying to remain polite, I smiled kindly and not like I wanted to boil him alive with my anger.