Portal To Nova Roma Novels & Stories

I rolled my eyes, but a familiar warmth spread through my chest as I said, "Save it for the bedroom, Senor DeLuca." After breakfast, we headed out hand in hand into the labyrinth of Rome's streets. The city buzzed around us, with vendors calling out as we passed, and the distant toll of church bells. We wandered toward Piazza Navona, which is a famous public square in the city. The Fountain of the Four Rivers loomed at its center, shining under the midday sun as the water caught the light and made a little rainbow. Tourists milled around as they took pictures, while street artists sketched caricatures and vendors hawked colorful scarves. I stopped by the fountain's edge, letting the cool spr

Main branch: Marcel Delacourt, Viale Maria Cristina di savoia 16 Pontasserchio, Pisa, Italy. So he is an Italian guy.

Marco smiled faintly. He reached forward and tapped one final location on the map and right at the center was Villa Nero. “They always do,” he added quietly. ****** Sofia’s system flickered suddenly making her brows pulled together. “That’s not right…” she muttered “What now?” Lorenzo asked. She typed quickly as her eyes scanned her screens, then her expression turned sour. “Lorenzo…” she called slowly. “What.” his gaze snapped to her. “He just accessed your internal system.” she revealed as her voice dropped to a low, serious tone.

My pulse hitched. “Where?” I typed back immediately, my fingers trembling slightly. His reply was cryptic, as always: “Italy.” “Italy?” I replied, disbelief slicing through me. “How do you know this?” Paolo’s answer was maddeningly vague. “I have my sources.” “Sources? Be specific, Paolo.” I felt the familiar surge of irritation that came whenever he played these games. “Rome. She’s in Rome.” I ran a hand through my hair.

Alfredo backs up her reason to kill. Angelo's frowns tightened. Marina furrows her eyes at her. “What? You think I'm afraid of you?” He exhaled. “So where is she now?” “Stazione Milano Centrale!” Alfredo lets the cat out of the bag. This made Marina madder. “If you rush now, maybe you can get her back!” he added. “You still want to...” Marina grinds her teeth in outrage. “Okay, that's good. Stazione Milano Centrale is the main railway station of the city of Milan, Italy, and is the largest railway.” he calculated. “Then, I can take this, ” he flings something from Alfredo's black jacket and runoff.

I repeated again. "Huh.."she looked at me confusingly. She told me her address with a puzzle face. I took my phone and dialled a no. "Hello Paolo Hospital SS Giovanni e Paolo..please fix a appointment for Mr. Marcus Russo...yaa...the amount will be transferred in few mins....thanks.."I cut the call and kept the phone aside. "Is it a joke...do u have any idea..it is the biggest hospital in Venice..we can't even afford the single appointment are you out of your mind?"Lucia asked me in a angry tone.

The rain in Rome came like whispers that morning, gentle, deceitful. Just like the letter Liam held in his hand. It had arrived without warning. No return address. Just his name in looping, familiar cursive. Liam. There are truths even Nova doesn’t know. Meet me. Alone. No guards. No Nova. If you care about your daughter’s life, you’ll come. Midnight. Ponte Sisto. Burn this. He read it three times. Then he did as the note said.

The city of Rome gleamed beneath the dusky sky, its ancient streets echoing the low hum of life. After the warm dinner with Mama and Papa, I returned to my sanctuary—the apartment that cradled the version of me the world knew as Amara Liora. The Swan of Rome. The driver pulled up to the front of the building, and the doorman, Roberto, greeted me with a warm smile. " Good night, miss." "Good night, Roberto," I replied softly, stepping out as he opened the door for me. I nodded politely, tired but glowing from the comfort of home.

It was thick and hard like an ATM card with some words chiseled on it. It has a six digit number on it, and a logo of a two tulip flower entangled on each other. Serene read the words on top of the ticket. “Casa Roma.” “The Casa Roma was the prestigious hotel freshly built on the Vianca Island. I'm sure you already heard about that island in the east. I stayed there once and they have the best wine ever in the whole continent. It's a good thing they built an official hotel on that place because resort houses was a bit old fashioned for me.” Sydney had gone through the Vianca Island after college graduation. She met few hunks there, but the tourists on the Vianca Island mostly are womanizer.

~CIARA'S POV~ I woke up with a rush of excitement flowing through my body's veins. I was humming a song while making the bed because I felt so happy. Today was the day I'd spend time with Noah exploring the wonderful city of Rome. I made a list of everything I wanted to see and experience, including the Pantheon, the Colosseum, The Vatican museums, climbing the Spanish Steps while enjoying real Italian gelato. I was so excited to make the most of our time together, so I hurriedly prepared.