Swear Words In Italian Novels & Stories

‘Are you really that stupid?’ She spat at him, ‘Spit it out Bratva bitch’ She pushed her hands against his chest but he grabbed them and pinned them against her sides, ‘They will kill him and then they will come for you’ She shouted at him and his eyes darkened, he did not hear her his blood was pumping through his veins lust burning every cell in his body, ‘Cazzo sei così caldo’ [Fuck you are so hot]

Japanese Phrases: "Like sending you to hell." "Like sending you to hell once and for all." Italian Phrases: "One day you'll pay dearly for everything you do, for now, I'll have a lot of fun with you." "I won't allow that filthy mouth to touch my crown jewels, even if you wanted it. You're more accustomed to not giving me a disease for daring."

She whispered. I gasped when I felt a stinging pain across my cheek. "Did you just slap me?" I couldn't help but smile. She began to pace the room without a care in the world. "You fucking killed him! il bastardo è morto. Fanculo (The bastard is dead. Fuck)" She spoke in Italian. I didn't know Italian, fuck. But I did knew some words. The fucking bastard was dead.

Her phone rang, causing her to frown as she held her head, clearly suffering from a bad headache. "What! " she snapped into the phone. "Whatever Lorenzo stops being a little bitch, we'll leave and yes, I'll pay for everything, (Qualunque cosa Lorenzo smetta di essere una piccola stronza, ce ne andremo e sì, pagherò tutto,)" she blurted out in Italian. She rubbed her head and sighed, hanging up the call. "Cagna(bitch)" she muttered. I chuckled. "What does that mean? " I asked, fully aware of its meaning. I might have learned a few Italian swear words.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding as uncontrollable tears fell down my eyes. ♤♤♤♤ Translation. Che cosa--( what) Sto arrivando, non puoi nemmeno fare niente di giusto idiota-- (I'm coming, you can't even do anything right idiot.)

] I am rudely awakened by my personal bodyguard, Luigi, shaking my shoulder so hard I almost fall out of bed. 'Vaffanculo, Luigi, ho appena chiuso gli occhi.' [Fuck off, Luigi, I've only just closed my eyes.] ''Mi dispiace, capo, ma si tratta del Grand Don.' Non vorrai mica metterti nei guai prima della grande festa di questo fine settimana.' [Sorry, Boss, but it's the Grand Don. You don't want to get in trouble before the big celebration this weekend.]

“Venire," {"Come in"} One of his men walked in with a slight bow. "è il momento, Don," {"It's time, Don."} "spero che sia tutto pronto? "He asked. “on voglio nessun cazzo di errore," {"I hope everything is ready?} {"I don't want any fucking mistake"} "Certo, don. È tutto perfetto, proprio come hai ordinato”, The man replied with his head still bowed. {"Sure, Don. Everything is perfect just as you ordered."}

Matteo's brows raised, the surprise fading from his expression and being replaced with something darker, something predatory that made me shiver even as I refused to back down. A smile appeared on his face that wasn't really a smile, more like a wolf showing teeth. "Piccola puttana coraggiosa," he said, his voice dropping low and dangerous. "Vuoi essere legata e scopata come una troia? Vuoi che ti usi fino a quando non puoi più camminare?" I didn't understand most of it but I caught enough—puttana, whore, scopata, fucked, troia, slut—and the way he said it made heat flood through me even as shame burned my cheeks.

("Betty is Betty, not my mama. My mama is gone. Pablo said I’m an orphan. A bastard." My jaw clenched at the harshness of the words, anger simmering beneath my skin. Lilianna gasped, her voice gentle as she corrected him. "Francesco, no, non lo sei. È una brutta parola. Non diciamo così, d'accordo?" ("Francesco, no, you are not. That’s a bad word. We don’t say that, alright?") He nodded, his gaze dropping to his lap, shame shadowing his features. “I’m sorry. I won’t say it again.” (Mi dispiace. Non lo dirò più."

Madam Marino bit her tongue as a matter of stating practical sorry, then she spoke and said sorry as Imogen can't see her expression over the phone, "Certo( Certainly... ) " "Allora chiamalo ( Then name it )," "Che cosa? (What?!)" Madam Marino asked confusedly "Ovviamente per quello che avevi chiamato. Per scusarti ( Of course for what you had called. To Apologize )," Imogen said in a blank tone "Avevo del lavoro a cui partecipare. Ma ancora, mi dispiace. Le mie scuse sono state accettate? ( Had some work to attend. But still, I'm sorry. Did my apology got accepted?)," Madam Marino responded