The Italian Heartthrob Novels & Stories

The news was a direct attack on his honour. Igor paled when he heard the name of Dinara's lover. Cosa Nostra boss son! He took a step back in horror. His sister has ruined him. Dinara has ruined him in every way possible. He didn't want to imagine the reaction of Bratva's soldiers if they came to know about this. Bratva soldiers were taught to hate Italians and everything related to them. Honour and Power were two things Bratva lived for and today his sister had ruined Bratva's honour.

“And how do I say I want you in Italian?” His eyes are as black as his pants and his torn shirt sitting on the counter. Black as they were that night he shot Mauro. Black as they were when he killed Micheal Donovan for me. Black like his soul. I should be frightened, but Zefiro doesn’t scare me anymore. On the contrary, I slide my hand down the base of his neck where I know the tattoo of a dragon sits pretty and know that I’m safe. I’ll always be safe with him, because of who he is. Zefiro, the stone cold murderer. Zefiro, the arrogant bastard. Zefiro, the man who would hold my hair up every morning while I puked and fall on his knees to clean my feet. Zefiro, my lover.

He already owned me, my body, my soul, and my heart. He approached, his gaze intense, his eyes a deep, captivating blue. The setting sun cast long shadows, highlighting his sculpted features, a testament to his physical prowess. I felt his hand unclasping my bra, his touch a gentle yet forceful command. I bit my lip, my body reacting to his touch, my senses on high alert. His gaze lowered, his eyes fixed on my breasts, his jaws clenching with a mixture of desire and frustration. "Fuck!" he cursed, his voice a low growl.

he said, clutching his chest. Guvano Martini was a notorious heartbreaker, renowned across Sicily as a playboy who left a trail of shattered hearts in his wake. Heiresses, actresses, and powerful women all fell prey to his charm, but none could truly claim him. He was a lavish lover during his fleeting affairs, sparing no expense to make his partners feel adored. Yet, when the flame of passion burned out, Guvano moved on without a backward glance, leaving women to fight among themselves for scraps of his affection. There was only one woman who had ever held his heart, though she would never truly be his—Alessia Rossini.

All I ever wanted was for you to give yourself to me, and I would have given you the world. I am so tired of all this. My whole body is begging me to stop fighting, to let it go. The man holding me is gorgeous, his dark Latino looks have melted the panties off most of the women in Sicily. All of them would swap places with me in an instant because Santino, the Grand Don of the Italian Mafia families, wants me, the Russian Bratva Principessa. I let my head fall against his chest as he sits down on the sand, keeping me in his lap. Not only does this man look like he's just stepped off the front of Vogue Magazine, but he also smells so fucking good I want to lick him all over. My defences are d

Danielle bravely disrupted their flirtation. Ignoring her completely, Grace encircled one of her hand onto Anthony’s arm and pushed away Danielle from him. “ Shall we?” Grace continued. Furiously, Danielle crossed her arms and wanted to kick Grace but she refrained from doing it. A man who was as handsome and rich like Anthony came to her rescue. He was the famous CEO of Electro Company. His name was Roland Garnett. “ It seems you need some company. Mind if I join you, my lady?” Ronald was smiling and staring at her with so much interest.

“I might not have your IQ, but I can definitely out-punch you. You’d better watch your mouth, or I might just have to get rough.” Startled, she bit her lip. “It’s not over.” I smiled, not taking her threat to heart at all. Sasha, having always been in the spotlight, had a difficult time stepping down from the height. Most of the guys she fell for were hunks, but good looks didn’t give her the license to do whatever she wanted. The fact that Luke turned her down was her business, not mine. All I cared about was that he chose me, and we were perfect for each other.

SNEAK PEAK OF MY UPCOMING DARK ROMANCE NOVEL TITLE: AUCTIONED TO THE RUTHLESS, ITALIAN DAREDEVIL. *** He is Edoardo Vicenzo, son of Dante Vicenzo. They called him the most dangerous man in Italy, the boss of all bosses, the leader and owner of men. He had everything he could ever want… money, cars, women. Everything. While I, on the other hand, had absolutely nothing to my name.

"His name is Richard Valentino and he is an Italian assassin and arms dealer." I looked at his picture. He was the typical Italian criminal. A masculine, muscular handsome man who was thinking he was the king of the world. I couldn't wait to put him in jail. "You are asked to get closer to him." he continued. "What kind of closeness?" I asked.

[ DESTINY CARTER ] "Oh mio santo Dio! Destiny stai guardando un cuore di distanza. "Povetta exclaimed on my ears in her Italian accent. (Oh my holy God!Destiny you're looking a heart throb diva ) "Are you sure this is looking fine on me?"I asked Povetta examining myself in the giant mirror of her room,the dress she compelled me to buy was too revealing for my comfort but she insisted that it was made only for me.