S Maria Novella Novels & Stories

Right there in the middle of the dance floor, I’m making out with a near-forty, married woman. You owe Dante. I say to myself. I need to tough it out. This is nothing compared to what I would endure if I became Serafino’s slave. Maia forces my tongue open with her mouth, and I gasp in surprise. But there’s something there. I can tell by the bitterness that spreads almost instantly in my mouth. She slipped something into my mouth, but I can’t tell what it is. My heart rate spikes in my panic, but suddenly Maia pulls away just as fast as she pulled me in.

“And I don’t want to scare you.” Fallon scoffed. “Baby, I already flirted with thin air on a public road. The scare already happened.” Elara exhaled, slow and shakily. “You know the current book I am writing, right?.” “I know you disappear into your laptop like it’s another dimension,” Fallon replied. “Yes.” “I created characters,” Elara said. “Too vividly. Too much. And one of them, Marek, he… crosses boundaries.” Fallon’s smile faded. “I know Marek. We all know Marek. The universe knows Marek. You made it so goodamn obvious, but crosses what kind of boundaries?”

She turned around but she couldn't see anyone. But when she turned again to continue her journey two men ambushed her, grabbing her by the leg which was a very wrong move because she kept on kicking. One of them dipped his hand in his pocket and brought out a white handkerchief for some reason, he kept on trying to get it close to Mara's face but she kept on rotating her head like a standing fan and she slowly reached into her pocket to bring out a small, flat perfume bottle only to spray both of them in the face.

Can she ever say “NO’ with a full right without getting humiliated by her family members or being scrutinized by a society’s giant microscope? I Question Myself : Why Only Girls/ Women/Ladies? Getting married is considered to be a milestone in one’s life. Is this, really right? Where on one hand it is a common saying that marriage is a unification of two different soul who are meant to take the responsibilities of each other. But, as much as I wonder over the years, it seems like it is only woman’s responsibility. When people say relationships are always made in heaven. I really wonder if really relationships are made in heaven than definitely there shouldn’t be any flaws in the relationship

Anna pov I don't know why I said yes to marriage when Damon asked me. Damon Fratello is the leader of Cosa Nostra and my cousin. He is the strongest capo I have ever seen. When he asked if I would marry Alex Ricco, the brother of Bratava Capo Dante I said yes. I was already 20 and I knew that if I waited more than this I don't think I am ever gonna get married and leave here. Most of my cousins were either married or engaged at my age.

My parents instantly started panicking. They clamped down on my arms and refused to let me move an inch, their eyes full of warning. Jovina was so frantic that her voice trembled. "Caro mio, what nonsense is this? She's Nerissa, my younger sister! I'm your wife, Jovina!" Carlo smirked slightly. His tone was calm, yet his words struck them like a bolt from the blue. "That's right. My wife is Nerissa."

I look at the exit sign at the end of the hallway. I think about every single thing that has happened in the last seventy two hours — Dante coming back from the dead, Marco turning out to be a walking liability, Salvatore vanishing, Nico getting taken by someone called Shadow and coming back suspiciously fine, and now apparently a hot terrifying woman in the mix just to round things out. "Well," I say out loud to absolutely nobody, because that is apparently where we are now. "Fuck me sideways." What kind of shit is this going to turn out to be?

My ribs ached with every word. “The Lady Novair was a noble woman. To keep her family afloat, she agreed to marry the head of the Mafia. I was with her then—her servant, her confidante—before I was transferred to the Monsignor’s household. Eventually, she conceived and bore him a child.” The story sounded almost peaceful on the surface. But the tension clawed at me, the anticipation that something darker was about to unravel.

Maria rolled her eyes. "Before coming here, I hated every single man, my father who could not protect his wife. Dean Collins, who was the reason for the death of two innocent women due to his decisions. That bastard Icarus, who killed a woman with such atrocity, such cruelty just because of someone else's fault. Those men looking down on the female students in the academy. Although we were few but better than those male students who could not have the balls to face me." only anger and frustration were on her face and Noah was biting his lips nervously, of course, because he was a man/boy as well. Maria saw a nervous Blondie and she smiled slightly and decided to tease him a bit. "And more th

“I heard from the guards that Mr. Vittori will be home later tonight if you want to give him the news!” My heart drops. There’s no way I’ll be ready to tell him if I were pregnant. How does one bring that up, anyway? From what I’ve just learned from Emilia, there’s a brewing war and her marriage to a rival family stops it. Just thinking that, it occurs to me that women are seen as weak in the mafia world, but only their lives can bring wars to an end and secure accords. Curious, isn’t it? I breathe out a sigh and take the package from her, offering her a thank you before walking up to our bedroom. As usual, the place still smells like Giovanni’s cologne and the smile I tried to stifle now gr