The Italian Heartthrob Mga Nobela at Kwento

I heard his name was Valentino De Luca, he's Italian. "Mr. De Luca is here." We immediately got up from our seat to welcome him. The door opened and the man entered. My eyes widen and my breath got hitch. I turned to Franco who was as speechless as me. Valentino De Luca is Angelo Vander. Angelo Vander is Valentino De Luca. Angelo landed his eyes on me and he smirked. He turned to Franco smirking knowing that Franco didn't see it coming. If Angelo is Valentino De Luca then.. it means he's the Italian Billionaire who rumoured to be a part of ILLICIT.

I wanted to taste him! “Miss?” His voice snapped me out of my daze, and I smiled awkwardly. “Hello! Welcome to Paradiso Galleria. My name is Luca Fabbri,” he said, extending his hand. Ohh… He’s Italian! No wonder his sex appeal was off the charts! I’d never been with an Italian before. I had slept with a Frenchman once during a trip to Paris. He had a huge package, but sexually, he was disappointing. But I’d heard Italian men had mad skills in bed, though they were also notorious womanizers.

I was hot all over yet a slight shiver coursed through me. Oh my God. My smile was splitting when Georgiana added, “I think you might have an admirer.” Demetrio was mad about me. I wanted to float forever. I was yanked back to the harshness of reality when Georgiana spoke again. “So your mystery guy is Italian.” Fuck. I’d just unintentionally exposed the information. I pressed my lips into a thin line. I needed to be careful. “Yeah,” I said in a heavy breath. “Great then. He might not be mafioso but being Italian would increase his chances of getting accepted by my brother.”

"The games I play usually end in blood." Ivan didn't dare move, just glared at me. "Do you have any idea who you're messing with?" I smiled, about to say something. Just then, the crowd parted. A man in a black silk shirt strolled over, oozing a dangerous, magnetic charm with every step. He had the classic profile of an Italian man—deep green eyes, dark brown hair that was just the right amount of messy. Victor Bellini. The Godfather of Italy's largest mafia family.

Neither of them paid me any attention. Rhys wrapped both chubby arms around her neck. "Libbie." Then planted a wet kiss on her cheek. She laughed. "Hey Rhys…I missed my handsome boy.” Someone beside Libby chuckled warmly. "So...This is the famous Valentina." I turned towards the voice... And immediately remembered why all the female art students had dubbed Matteo Bellini *the Italian hottie.* He was undeniably handsome. Tall, broad shouldered and effortlessly elegant, with olive skin that looked permanently sun-kissed.

He whispered into my ear, biting on my earlobe. “You know you want me too. Just say the word, and I'll show you a good time, dolcezza.” He purred as his hands trailed from my waist down to my hips and finally landed on my ass and he squeezed. A strained moan slipped out of my lips before I could stop it. Tristan was Italian and whenever he said those endearing names in his language, it made my knees weaken. All rational thoughts flew out the window as my body ached with need.

Nadine wasn't the only one thinking too much and not getting enough sleep. Just like Nadine, Kendrick was in on that too. He never imagined that if he ever experienced sleep deprivation, it would be due to one lady, the only lady who stole his heart, the one lady who stole his heart, the one lady who belonged to, Loretta, that one lady. She was upset with him now and was playing to his heart somehow. He thought the fact that he nearly killed Sebastian would scare him away, scare him off her, but I guess it didn't work like that in some cases. In some cases, you need to kill the guy.

Bye now. L - Bye. _____________ Back to real life Luciano, Luciano, Luciano. I should not be finding myself smiling at his message yet I do. 'Amore Mio'. Italian for my love. When he called me that I could feel the rise of butterflies already in my stomach. I should not be feeling butterflies for him of all people and it was all from him calling me, 'amore mio'. Crazy crazy crazy girl.

Tesoro" he said in a deep sexy baritone voice, even though I know nothing about his Greek language I still find it sexy and a great turn on. “Swept in the moment, I step out of the room, taking his outstretched hand, as we walked down the stairs. “Close your eyes "Cuore Mio "He says smirking . “Nervous and giddy of what he had planned out, I closed my eyes with his help he assisted me down the stairs slowly . We walked a few minutes before he stopped me , drawing out a chair for me to sit I felt butterflies running around my stomach.

"Hard to believe right. I swore to myself that I wouldn't learn any other foreign language after English. But here I am, thinking about taking Italian classes." "The things you do for love." "The things I do for love." she sighed chuckling, taking a bite of her pizza. "So, how are things going between you and loverboy?" "Will you stop calling him loverboy? That's so... high schoolish." She laughed loudly. "Okay, what should I call him then? Prince charming? Gentleman in a bugatti?" "Yikes no, Flynn is fine." I said after hearing the awful nicknames she had for him. Gentleman in a bugatti? Really, is that the what they call prince on a white horse in this century?