Romance Novels In Italian Novels & Stories

Infinitely Ours" Romance Series (Buenovela) (Goodnovel) Libro 1 Cuando dejas tu corazon atras - Book 1 "When you leave your heart behind" Libro 2 Mi Corazon te pertenece - Book 2 My Heart will be yours Power & Temptation Mafia Series (Buenovela) (Goodnovel) Libro 1 Mafia Italiana - Book 1 Italian Mafia A****N KINDLE

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

"Gisella Molinero, don't blame us... If you want to blame someone, blame it on your twisted fate. You poor little thing. and are a dormire ora amante ragazza." "In the game of seduction, there is only one rule which is, never fall in love with someone that is not yours," Pietro added. Immediately everything went blank. "Pietrrrrrroooooooo? " I whispered. WORD TRANSLATION < > andare a dormire ora amante ragazza. < > Go to sleep now, lover girl. < >ilmio ex amante. < >my ex-lover. < >Mia Cara. < >my dear < > Figlio < >Son

Roman “Understood Don.” Alessio said over the phone. “I'll retrieve you immediately.” “Alright.” I nodded, “As for the attackers, what is the progress?” “We’ve interrogated the ones we caught. They're completely unaffiliated with any group. They are a bunch of hired thugs Marco hired to attempt to assassinate you. They don't have much information, but sure that he hasn't amassed any group keen on complete loyalty.” he paused and added, “Alex is still dealing with them. He's not too happy about being shot in the shin.”

Translations I suoi baci- His Kisses la mia Riley in pericolo- My Riley in Distress il mio Xavier in armatura splendente- my Xavier in shining armor figlia psicotica di una cagna troia-psychotic daughter of a slutty bitch.

“And you are…?” “Lorenzo Russo.” Lorenzo laughed, taking my hand in his. “Don't mind my friend—he’s such a grump, no?” His grip was warm, his smile disarming. “And I can see why he's been acting so out of character. You're stunning, caro!” I gave a hearty laugh at that. If I wasn't mistaken, caro was Italian for ‘dear.’

com - "Femme Fatale: The Queen Of Chess" (Has similar tech-mafia themes as that was my favourite plotline personally in contemporary romance I'd suggest to give it a read.) "Bitten By A Loveless Noble Vampire" (Is a wonderful dark medieval romance with vampires and other mythological stuff. I love how gory and dark it is with the utmost sexual tension between the duo.) "Criminally God" (Is a Male Lead book with a system, demons and a vampire main character. I was inspired by Eoin Colfer and fused his style with my own and in fantasy genre.)

****** TRANSLATIONS: Mio Prezioso: My Precious sono affamato: I am hungry Avrò tutti i gusti di te: I will have all tastes of you Deliziosa: Delicious Ti mangerò finché non mi pregherai di smettere: I'll eat you until you beg me to stop E indovina un po', non mi fermerò nemmeno allora: And guess what, I won't stop then either non ti muovere: Do Not Move

Rio clarified, noticing the spark of interest in Ryan's eyes. "Sure," Ryan nodded, a flicker of anticipation in his gaze. * * Luca and Elena stepped into the reception hall of the beach guest house that Luca's father had reserved for them. The hall exuded elegance with its simple yet refined decor. Situated on the outskirts of Venice, this hidden gem was known to be an offbeat romantic destination in Italy, tucked away in the suburban area. It had become a favorite haunt for couples seeking solace and connection.

“It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.” I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know I don’t speak French.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then I will teach you… one kiss at a time.” I laughed, a trembling, delicate sound. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so close I could feel the strength of his desire, the depth of his longing that he had never released. His fingers drifted over my skin, tracing patterns I had never known I knew. Every caress was a poem. Every caress was a confession.