Swear Words In Italian Novels & Stories

She nodded her head slowly and asked, “What is bitch in Italian?” He raised a brow and said, “La Cagna or la puttana.” She pursed her lips and asked, “What about fuck you?” “Vaffanculo,” he aswered. She nodded her head and asked, “How about go kill yourself?” His brows knitted as he answered, “Vai a ucciderti.” “And I will kill you?” She again. “Ti uccidero. Why are you asking me this?” He questioned her. “One thing my mother taught me is that you need to learn the swear words first and especially the words, I will kill you in a different language,” she answered.

She squealed, looking at her palm that was filled with blood. "Yemi, why is there so much blood? Are you having...are you?...miscarrying?" WORLD TRANSLATION Italian - Grande Fratello English - Big brother Italian - Buonasera a te Fratello e a una bella serata Anche a te, signor Cavalli." English - good evening big brother and also to you too, Mr. Cavallo.

I was about to thrust forward when the door was slammed against the wall. “Che cazzo, Mattias!” (Italian for “What the fūck, Mattias!”) Lorenzo hissed from the door, forcing me to roll my eyes as I leaned my forehead against Isadora’s. “You’ll have enough time to fūck her, but right now we have bigger issues. Get the fūck up and stop thinking with your dīck.” He added, before walking off. “Prometto che finiremo questa principessa.” (Italian for “I promise we will finish this, princess.”) I murmured against her soft lips before pressing my lips to hers.

He asked pointing to Spade, the older of the two men just growled out. Nate scrunched his nose up, making Spade's little guy to jump, he liked the way Nate looked whenever he did that, making the tip of his nose red, as it always looked as if his eyes always grew bigger with that small action. "What does that mean"? He asked, seeing the way Matteo was now looking at him cluelessly "That word, uhm ca.. cazzo right"? He asked, totally pronouncing the word even better than Spade had expected, but that wasn't the only thing Spade liked, if he wasn't hard before, he was fucking hard now, hearing the way Nate had called the Italian word for dick like that.

Weird how I was just thinking about him and then he showed up. "Oh mia cara sorella! Mi sei mancata, il tuo ultimo messaggio però è stato abbastanza scortese!” He started speaking Italian and my knowledge of the language was just down to 'ciao'. ["Oh my dear sister! I missed you, but your last message was quite rude."] ["Luciano, stai zitto e vai a casa. Non me ne frega un cazzo"] ["Luciano, shut up and go home. I really do not give a shit ."]

“YOU STRIPPED HER! YOU FUCKING STRIPPED HER!” The screen was still on behind him. He could still hear her voice. Still see her body. Her breasts glistening with saliva, her nipples bruised from another man’s teeth. And it made him lose all control. “TI GIURO SU DIO, MORIRETE TUTTI!” he roared. “LE SUE TETTE NON ERANO PER VOI!” (I swear to God, you will all die! Her tits weren’t for you!)