Romance Novels Set In Italy Novels & Stories

💕(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.

Would he still come to rescue her even after she told him she was leaving? Her mind goes to the only reason she could be here and her heart breaks. The Bratva had no interest in digging their claws into Sicily. This was the birthplace of the Famiglia, so trying to move in on their homeland would be dishonourable. This was an internal issue. “How could you let this happen to me, Tony...” She sobs quietly as she suddenly regretting going for coffee with Antonio. Did they still suspect that she was his woman?

“Okay, I need to tell you…about updating the bucket list!” Lucas groaned. “You’ve been adding more things, haven’t you?” Jamie laughed, opening his notebook, sun glinting off the pages. “Oh, just the essentials: one-night stand, clubbing, getting drunk, yacht adventures… you know, classic Italy stuff!” Lucas blinked, eyes widening slightly. “One… night stand? You… really wrote that? I thought you were joking.” Jamie shrugged, playful grin spreading across his freckled face. “Hey, it’s Italy! If we’re going to go big, we go big. I wanna have a summer fling like in the movies.”

She gave him a cold shoulder and continued her hunt before fishing out a book, amused by the title because Nicholas isn’t a man who encourages romance novels. The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco. Don’t tell her, he has hidden interests? She opened the book to see a note inside, written in Italian by Nicholas and a smile adorned her face as she saw his neat handwriting. Nicholas frowned as he moved closer to her, confused about her choice of novels. He thought she is more into Love & Gelato than The Name of the Rose. His suspicions got cleared after few seconds as Clarissa closed the book with a thud and put it back in it’s place, rolling her eyes in disgust.

Her name was Annalisa, short for Anna, which she preferred being called, yet she liked it—she liked when he called her Peach. Anna took her lips in, sighing inaudibly as her eyes fell on the books that sat idle on the table. Last night, he had brought the books that she had been trying to reach for that day at the library: Learning Italian for Beginners. Most times, it was his nice acts that made her want to go mad, like that day he took her to the hospital… No! She shouldn’t be thinking about this. She shouldn’t be thinking about him, even if he had burned the necklace Domenico had gotten for her, only to replace it with an exact replica.

‘This book is about the Italian Mafia, which is based mainly on the Italian mainland and Sicily. As such, when the main characters talk to each other sometimes it is in Italian, if you do not understand Italian I have translated the words into English in the brackets. The Italian speech is to make the storyline more authentic and I believe it enhances it. It will not distract from your enjoyment of the plot or the characters. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

~VITTORIA ~ Living with Roman was much more fun and exciting than whatever I had imagined. The warm and heavy weight of him during our cuddles, the scent of his skin and the feel of his body during our passionate sex, the light ray falling on his face as I woke up to him, being almost hooked at the hip with him.

Sky giggled, her eyes lighting up. “Imagine sunsets over the Ponte Vecchio, gondola rides, the Duomo, and of course the Tuscan vineyards.” “As you wish, my lady.” Jace smiled faintly. “Oh, Jace, I can’t wait.” She kissed his cheek, glowing with excitement. “We’ll walk the streets of Italy like we own them. I want this moment forever. I love you so much, but I can’t share you with anyone anymore.” She pouted.

Clementine Romano, Vincenzo's mother. "Aunt clementine." Giulia and Marco scattered immediately, disappearing down the stairs. I faced her directly. "Clementine." "I heard you'd arrived." She moved closer, her heels clicking against the marble floor. "Unannounced with your... companion." The way she said companion made it sound like an insult. "Her name is Isabella. And she's my fiancée." "So I've been told." Clementine smile was thin and humourless. "Tell me, Matteo. What are you doing back here? Surely you have more important matters to attend to in New York."