Pompeii Novels & Stories

Juliet asks Aunty Stella who seemed short of words. "Shhh, don't say that again, " Aunty Stella who finally found her voice speaks. "But, Aunty. On a serious note, Raphael doesn't look like anyone in the family. He looks like a half-caste and just now Alexandra mentioned that and you didn't say a word." Juliet says with a raised eyebrow.

One of the woman said with a very thick italian accent. "Oh, Romeo and i already talked about it, although we haven't picked a date yet, but we will very soon, you all should be on the look out." I lied further. "You can go now girl. You look tired." Papi said, as pablo entered the living room with the boys. "So you ran awa... oh Buon pomeriggio a tutti" (Good afternoon everyone)

She noticed a cat jump out of the nearest dumpster when it sensed her presence, Champagne raised her fist and knocked on the wooden door. She looked around this place and sighed, she knew that she had no right to judge but the only comforting thing in this area was the road that passed through the silent. "Shut up " there was a scream from the house across the street and a glass bottle was thrown out crashing in to pieces by the road side. Champagne felt a chill rush through her veins just as the door opened. " What is it that you really love about this place ?" She asking Samantha while forcing her way in.

I swear to God that if I can get him to die of diabetes from my food, I'll give away whole boxes of candles to all the churches. Santo lets out a disappointed sigh but immediately pulls himself together when he sees Elio leaning toward him. "Mangiare" (Eat*), Elio articulates while pushing his index finger into the wood. Santo may be wearing Don's ring, but no one is fooled about who has the authority in this house.

Phoenix looked up and had this look on her face that wasn’t exactly what I thought it would be. “Are you disappointed? I asked her. “No, no not at all.” She said like she gave the correct answer. “Oh, I’m sorry, but we’re not going here, we’re going there.” I pointed to the little cozy Italian place to the left of that big building. Her smile was so big and genuine my heart exploded in my chest. I’d asked Lance and their parents what Phoenix likes. They all said, “Italian!” at the same time. They said that Phoenix was a simple soul and liked the little things in life and if I really wanted to impress her, take her there. Seeing her face, I was so glad I did. I wanted to wine and dine her, t

He twisted his arm, confirming that it no longer hurt, and immediately smiled as he said, “Thank you, Sister-in-law.” “Continue speaking, where is he?” She just wanted to know Dimas’ whereabouts. “Solzen.” As soon as Zicreh said this, Dominic and Rio, who were standing nearby, turned pale. Harmonia noticed the change in their expressions, and her intuition told her that the place must be extremely dangerous. “What kind of place is that?” Dominic spoke up, “It's a city of debauchery and extravagance, where extravagant gambling and seductive beauties are commonplace. The most unusual thing is the beast colosseum.”

“Those are your parents.” “Yes, I know those are my parents,” she said somewhat impatiently. “What’s that in the background?” “Is that… the Colosseum? In Rome?” “Yes! In Rome. And where’s Rome?” Grace prompted me. “In Italy,” I replied in a daze.

Recognizing however that she is an important source of information to a seemingly important work that the great Douglas Miles has been covertly working on, they must hear what she has to say. "There is a legend told by the great philosopher Plato," she began to narrate. "About a great city that is said to have existed thousands of years ago long before the advent of any other advanced civilization. According to him, from the dialogues in his literary work Timaeus and Critias, it was a city populated by a noble and powerful race and so advanced in its time. It was told that the city displeased the Gods for their arrogance, bringing about its cataclysmic destruction in the deities' powerful ha

she gasped. Thing is, while she had seen a picture before, her mind was still completely blown when she saw the building that was Ricardo DiSanto's place of residence in real life. Astrodomo de DiSanto, the locals called it; and an apt name too because the building was actually a large glass dome in the sky, vividly reflecting the red hue of the setting sun on the ground like something out of a sci-fi movie.

These scenes lately made me remember my time in the University, where exam papers she served every midterm. “That wouldn't be a problem ma'am. I love describing my culture anyways, it's a pleasure.” She muttered, as we walked towards the couch. My back was already swelling from constant sitting on the dining chair. “The pantheon as I said is one of the most known and preserved cultures of Italy. It's an ancient Roman temple dedicated to all God's and later it became a Christian church.” She added, they sat opposite each other. I stayed close to Adrian wondering how such an old lady could have all this information in her fingers.