Under The Tuscan Sun Novels & Stories

“Who found him and took him in? And was that same person the one who taught Tanpa Aran such devastating martial arts while he was still about our age?” “Suwung Saketi?” Pratiwi suggested. “Could be. Then perhaps something happened between them. A feud. A betrayal. Whatever it was, Tanpa Aran became hell-bent on killing Saketi.” The four young people nodded in silence. “Sunset is almost here. We need to leave for Mount Wijil now,” Ki Randu said. “Still have enough in you to climb a mountain, kids?” “Food first,” Jaladri shot back. “We haven’t eaten since noon. All our provisions were on the horses that bolted when the earthquake hit.”

Lucian took the window seat, Marcus sat beside him. “You’re not going to try and work while we vaca, are you Buddy?” Lucian smiled at Marcus. “I plan on enjoying myself, Marcus. I have never vacationed before so you will probably have to show me the ropes.” Marcus gave a huge grin. “You bet, man. I rented us a small villa outside of Tuscany. It’s far enough in the country as to be private, yet it is close enough to a few towns so we can go have fun. No tourist hotels for us. Trust me, we won’t be bored, Lucian. I am going to show you the best time you ever had, just mark my words.”

It was an exhilarating feeling, like riding a rollercoaster, but more relaxing and overwhelming knowing that someone special was giving me this experience. I took a deep breath and let the night air fill my lungs as I closed my eyes. "Thank you for this ride, Titan…" I whispered against his fur, hoping he could hear me. ⇜ ♡♡♡ ⇝ DARVIN. "Thank you for this ride, Titan…" Celeste’s soft voice reached my ears, and I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by my emotions as Titan kept running, tracking down the path where we could find the rest of the wolves running under the full moon.

Epilogue One Year Later — Tuscany, Italy Golden sunlight spilled across the rolling hills of Tuscany, casting long shadows over the stone-paved courtyard of the Black family villa. The air was sweet with the scent of wild lavender and the faint aroma of fresh bread baking in the kitchen.

It was the next morning after a heavy downpour and it looked nothing like it had rained last night. The sun was shining intensely in the skies and everyone had come out of their tents for their exercise. Life in Tuscany was a routine, you get up as early as 6 AM, and training starts. Breakfast is strictly by 10 AM, not a second less or a second more and it was only for about an hour. Training continues until noon and then we’re allowed into the woods to hunt down dinner. That could last for hours and alas by 6 PM, we return back to the tent with our pairs and our game.

The warm Tuscan sun streamed through the tall arched windows, casting a golden glow over everything it touched. Elijah came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, his lips brushing against my neck. “It’s perfect, isn’t it?” he whispered into my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine. “Perfect doesn’t even begin to cover it,” I said, turning in his arms to face him. His eyes sparkled with the same excitement I felt bubbling inside me. “I can’t believe we’re actually here in Tuscany.” He smiled, that slow, heart-stopping smile that had always undone me. “Believe it,” he said softly. “Just like you have to believe that we are now actually married.”

JACE POV. The Third Day, Pranzo di Ringraziamento(Thanksgiving lunch) The villa courtyard was awash in golden light, the late morning Tuscan sun kissing the vineyard walls and casting soft shadows beneath the canopy of olive trees. Laughter floated around us—cousins and relatives clinking glasses, old family friends toasting our new union. From the outside, everything looked perfect. But my eyes kept darting toward the gates. I was waiting for Vincent.

Setting: Tuscany, Italy Genre: Explicit Billionaire Romance, Dark, Unhinged, Hidden Identity . . . The Tuscan sun poured gold over the vineyards of Villa Santorini, painting everything in a warmth that masked the frost between wealth and want. Valerio De Luca wasn’t supposed to be there, not as himself. Not as the heir to the De Luca empire. Not with his father dead and the will still warm, the vultures circling. But here he was, posing as a distant “family friend” working under his late mother’s maiden name, Ricci, in the estate of Lady Fiora Bellanti. His mother’s best friend. A socialite widow with an eye for arranging marriages that benefitted dynasties.

The evening sun dipped low, painting the sky as Pamela, Sophia, and Jason stepped out of the Uber in front of La Bella Vita, the Italian restaurant Jason had been raving about for weeks. “Finally, my moment of glory,” Jason declared, throwing his arms wide as if presenting a grand stage. His curly blond hair caught the last rays of sunlight, and his grin was infectious. “I’ve been telling you about this place forever, and now you’re gonna see why it’s the best kept secret in town.”

Episode 31 – The Italian Villa The heat of the Tuscan sun was a physical weight, a golden blanket that settled over Isabella Rossi’s shoulders as her rental car navigated the final, treacherous curve of the cypress-lined driveway. Before her, the villa emerged from a sea of silver-green olive groves like a vision from a forgotten dream. Villa Sirena was a symphony in weathered sandstone and terracotta, its shutters thrown open to the day, wisteria cascading in fragrant purple waterfalls from its loggias.