Romance Novels Set In Italy Novels & Stories

She looked at me. I met her gaze. She was smiling at me. “That you’re a hopeless romantic and believe in a happily ever after, and that you wish to walk down the aisle. So here I am, carrying my bride upstairs, before we go to our honeymoon.” “Honeymoon?” She arched my eyebrows. “Where?” “Italy.” “By any chance, you’re not taking me to the mafia, are you?” “Italy is big, princess. Have you been there?” She shook her head. “I haven’t traveled outside the country.”

"Italy." "Oh my God, we're in Italy? No wonder the trip took so long,” Rose chuckled softly. “Thank you, Matteo. You’ve given me such an incredible opportunity.” A strange pang struck Matteo’s chest. He hated and regretted ever loving Romilda. Yet somehow, the woman beside him seemed to be chipping away at the tightly locked part of his heart—the part that had once loved Romilda completely. "First, we'll head to the hotel, and then we'll have dinner. Is that okay with you? Or would you like to rest first?” Matteo asked.

Luca sighed sharply, as if the air had been knocked out of him. He lifted her in his arms with a determined motion and carried her to the bed. The rain beat against the roof, and between them could be heard only the silent, broken breaths of longing. Elena unbuttoned his shirt, touching his skin with trembling eagerness. Every scar on his chest told a story. Every sigh of hers was an unspoken story. Luca looked at her long, as if wanting to imprint her completely in his memory—then lowered his mouth to her collarbone, kissing her slowly, patiently. Elena moaned softly, feeling her heart pounding in every inch of her skin.

Bianca’s eyes glittered as they settled on Rose, scanning her with the kind of appraisal reserved for horses at auction. Rose stiffened, her fingers tightening in her skirts. She had no wish for an encounter. “Bianca,” she murmured, intending to pass. But Bianca shifted to block her path, the silk of her gown whispering as she moved. “How bold of you to leave your wing. I thought women who fail their wombs prefer shadows.” The words landed like knives. Rose’s stomach twisted, but she kept her chin lifted. “You should prepare yourself,” she said sweetly, though her smile was poisonous. “In two weeks, you will see what a real Italian marriage looks like. One Dante won’t have to endure in silen

I’ll act like I don’t glance over sometimes, just to see what she’s reading. Romance novels. Always romance novels. I guess that’s why she believes so much in things like pure love. It’s probably why she wants to move to Italy—to find her own fairytale romance. It’s ridiculous, honestly. Traveling halfway across the world for love? It’s so cliché. But...if that’s what she wants, who am I to stop her? It’s the least I can do for her. You do not have to go anywhere to find love. It finds you, no matter where you are. But I cannot tell her that. She might think I am trying to stop her from going, that I will not support her trip like I promised.

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“You are unbelievable.” “And you love it,” he grinned, lifting me off the floor and spinning me in the air like I weighed nothing. Hey, Juliet. Just go with it, you’ll see. No danger. No chaos. Just you, me, and the most romantic city in the world.” “Italy?” My heart was beating quickly as I whispered. “Rome. Florence. Venice. Select what feels right to you,” he whispered near my mouth. “But at the beginning, just say yes.”

She only had two weeks to do so, and she intended on spending half of it with Allan in a more vertical position, so that only left a week to experience the Italian life. “Allan, where are we?” He took a step closer and she took another back. “Rome.” “Why?” “I thought you’d like to see all of Italy,” He moved fast giving her no time to react, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her flush against him. He pressed a light kiss on her lips. “First Rome,” kiss, “Then Siena,” kiss, “Then Florence,” kiss, “Then Bologna,” kiss, “Then Milan,” kiss, “then Turin.”

I walk through the door slowly, her gaze fixed on my face, my manner somewhat imposing, and I realize I have offended her. I stand in front of her and pull her toward my chest. I can see in her bright eyes that she didn’t want such a proposal. I forget that we are not in Italy, where marriage proposals are as grandiose as they are here in America. Marriage in Italy is much more than just feelings; it involves the merging of fortunes or improving what one has. Essentially, they are business agreements. When my parents arranged my engagement to Antonella, it was with the intent of expanding our fuel trade. Now, I have an American ragazza in my arms, and from what I just realized, she desires a

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode three🌹🌹 .. .. 💕 Lady Katherine’s POV 💕 .. .. I walked towards Lord ceaser chamber, looking behind me to make sure no one sees me. I walked into the chamber and took my hooded cloak off as I noticed his moody face. “Pray ye what’s wrong,did something go wrong at the meeting? Did king Damien finally agree to the marriage” I rained all these questions on him as he scoffed.