Sicilian Expressions Novels & Stories

she accused, and I looked at her in disbelief. They were insane, so insane that they were capable of reaching another level of madness. Italian Phrases: "Stop, miss, please."

I asked trying to sound soft, which I know is impossible. She looked at me widening her eyes, "oooh oohh oho ... Sembri orribile. Come se fossi venuto a riscuotere il debito ( oooh oohh oho...You sound horrible. As if you came to collect the debt ) " She smiled and it gives me a happy and me being the fool expression at the same time. "Lo so. Sono solo ... pessimo nel confortare gli altri ( I know. I am just... bad at comforting others )," I awkwardly said, as she was damn right. I do sound bad.

Soren for some reason found his normal voice sexy that he ignore the words spoken to him. Luciano keep sniffing, finding the pheromone on the Omega's body odly familiar. "You. . whom did you slept with". Luciano asked again his tone turning cold. Soren flinched finally getting the words. He looked at him disbelive . Not getting the meaning. "Slept with an Alpha, he never been close to any Alpha" Soren's spoke in his mind, hurt by the false accusation. Luciano chukle "What , you look like someone falsely accused".

*Words and Meaning* Proprio come la tua dannata madre. - Just like your damn mother. ~~~~~ The air in Sicily is fresh and calming. I instantly knew why people will love living here. The whole place is just bright and so full of life. The perfect place to head an illegal organization without getting caught. Dangelo's father had a car waiting for us at the airport. I was nice of him but I am pretty sure we would've done just fine in a regular car rather than a limo.

(Sir). "Compliments? No, just keen observation." He smirked. The ensuing silence crackled with tension. His gaze was intense and scrutinizing, as if he were weighing whether to antagonize or commend me. "You must be one of the Sicilians," he remarked lazily. "You stride as if the floor belongs to you." "Of course. Only Sicilians bring storms in their wake, and Russians misinterpret frost as resilience." That response elicited a grin from him—predatory and full of delight. He moved closer, allowing me to notice the thin scar along his jaw, delicate yet pronounced.

’ [where are you going, my love] ‘Miláo me tin próin kopéla mou, glykiá you,’ Sloan replied and chortled, enjoying the string of Greek profanities thrown at him by his flavor of the week. [I’m talking to my ex-girlfriend, sweetheart] “That was brutal.” I shook my head, dropping like a log on the bed. A door opened and closed on Sloan’s end, followed by the sound of waves crashing. “She gave a sloppy deep throat. You set the bar so high, malyshka.”