The Italian Heartthrob Novels & Stories

He will also be the best man at the wedding. Kian is the single world that sent a tingle up every woman’s spine. A man who didn’t need to use his high-profile surname to be instantly recognizable. His scowling but effortlessly handsome face often appeared in the gossip columns. His reputation with women was appalling — so much so that it was a wonder, after so many blistering articles written on the man, that any woman might even consider getting involved with him. Oh, but they did — over and over they did. And without fail it always ended in tears — or, to be more exact, the woman’s tears.

All I could make out was his sharp features and perfect muscular body. He noticed me and walked towards me, even though I couldn't see his face I can feel him smile at me. I gasped looking at his face. "Chris!" I let out a breath. "I love you and I want to marry you," I confessed looking at his piercing blue eyes. "I, Chris Hemsworth, fell in love with you the second my eyes landed on you. I wish that you will agree to spend every minute of your life with me for the rest of our lives. Will you marry me?" He asked pulling out a seashell with a hole in it.

I huff “NO WAY!” Chloe let out a deafening scream that made me quickly pull the phone far from my ear. “ YOU MET LUCA CROVETTO!” “That’s what he said” I replied surprisingly rubbing my chin “Since when did you know about Mr crovetto?” “I’ve read about him in the news, I know he is a big player in the global market, always making power moves, there were allegations against him one time that he might be involved in some sort of mafia activities !”

Valerio. He’s standing near the main staircase in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo, looking every inch the powerful billionaire CEO; 6ft tall, hair perfectly styled and suit, and jaw sharp that it can cut. A hot Italian man. His eyes find me instantly across the room, and for a moment, everything else fades. The way he looks at me, dark, intense, unsettled, sends heat rushing through my body. He excuses himself from the group he’s with and walks straight toward me.

Emboldened, he struck again. [She’s not only after Wes. Word is she’s been chasing a certain CEO spotted in Italy recently.] The internet convulsed. [CEO in Italy? Wait—don’t tell me he means Alexander Vanderbilt?!] Alexander’s name alone was enough to ignite the masses. His cold, untouchable elegance, his godlike profile—the tabloids had crowned him the man women most wanted to spend a night with. His photos from Italy still lingered on gossip pages, each image dissected like scripture.

"You seem to already know Leone. He is all set to be announced as the official Godfather. He has also taken over all of Brave Hearts." My lips parted as I slowly turned to Leone. Brave Hearts? Putting aside the fact that he was just another scholarship boy who was never involved with the mafia, and could never have gotten the guts overnight to just scale up the ladder this way, he was with Brave Hearts? Our very own enemies? "Let's sit," my father said, his voice low and polite, more polite than I have ever seen him in my life. He was, for one, rash. Powerful. He was never the type to submit, never the type to care about the other person. And that is exactly how he raised me too.

“Enemies. Sleep. Having his name show up next to yours in every hit piece, making him a bigger target for cops and Marco and every banker in Italy who doesn’t like their system shaken.” She hesitates. “And…his future,” she adds. “He could’ve married Elena. Had a safe, boring life. White dress. Helicopters. There are no headlines about sold pop stars. He blew that up for you.” I bristle. “He doesn’t get credit for that,” I say. “I didn’t ask him to break someone else’s heart.”

Cory's lips, painted a crimson as seductive as a poisoned apple, hovered inches from mine. "I love Italians," she breathed, her voice a sultry whisper. "They have a certain… passion." I glanced across the room, searching for an escape, a lifeline. My eyes met Alessio's, a spark of understanding leaping between us. He winked, then leaned towards the blonde, his charm offensive in its practiced ease.

My cheeks go hot just thinking about it. Luca Fontaine is the second of Charles and Giovanna's children together, and he's arguably the most famous. He's the only one to go full movie star (so far at least), and he's managed to snag roles in a few huge blockbusters, including the upcoming Cataclysm: Earth. He's got dirty-blond hair - the same shade as his mother's when she was his age - and the sort of bad-boy, devastatingly gorgeous looks that make girls want to throw their panties at him. I've seen pictures of his smile that made me want to weep. Seriously. The idea of flirting with him, of touching him? Makes me so nervous I think I might be sick.

I screamed, ignoring the loud thumping of my heart against my chest. " You see, I know girls like you. You've been sheltered all your life and you crave some rebellion. Tattoos, muscular, bad boy, and an Italian accent are your undoing, right? That's all it takes to have you drooling and fawning. I'm I right, principessa? " “ You know nothing about me! " I screamed and he chuckled. “ Oh, but I do. I can smell your arousal begging me to pin you to this door and show you just how much I can make your pussy weep for me. " He whispered in my ear.