Under The Tuscan Sun Novelas e Histórias

The road winding through the Tuscan hills was a ribbon of hot asphalt cutting through a sea of silvery olive groves and vineyards that seemed to bleed under the golden late-afternoon sun. Inside the armored SUV, the silence between Lorenzo and Sofia was different from the technological vacuum of the Milan penthouse; here, it was filled by the sound of the wind and the scent of damp earth and rosemary that invaded the car whenever the windows were slightly opened. As they approached Villa dei Cipressi, the ancestral Moretti estate, Lorenzo’s normally impeccable, rigid posture seemed to undergo a subtle yet perceptible erosion.

"Any chance I could borrow one from you? We look about the same size." "Of course," I said, even though the idea of getting in a hot tub with Alessio after what had almost happened on the cliff made my stomach flip. "I have a couple extras." "Perfect!" Lisa clapped her hands together. "This is going to be amazing. Nothing better than a hot tub under the Tuscan stars." We all got out of the car and headed into the villa. Antonio appeared as if by magic, asking if we needed anything. "We're good, Antonio," Alessio said. "Just going to use the hot tub for a bit."

A whole day has passed in Tuscany, Italy. As Carlos had won the ocean race, he was hell happy. Nobody can beat him in the ocean and he was so sure of it. His sister who was married and also was expecting a baby, came to visit when heard about the favorite cousin, Billina is here. "I've missed you so much, Billina." she said in a amused tone, when got comfortably seated on the couch. "Me too, Grace. So, how's everything?" Billina asked in a pleasing tone.

"Stop acting sulky Dusk. I'm sorry." "No, it's really okay." "Pfft! Come here." I stood up and pulled her towards the stairs. We went to the second floor of our coffee shop and sat down near the big glass window where you can see the magnificent view of Taal Volcano. The sun was already setting. The mixture of red, orange and yellow were conquering the earlier blue sky, making the scenery even more beautiful. "You made all the way here from your studio just so you can tell me your day. I'm sorry if I was busy, don't worry I'm all ears now."

I really don’t know why this girl is here and because she’s Rain’s sister I bet she’s a wolf too. “Sunny—“ Rain stopped when she saw us. Sunny immediately turned to us and I saw how her eyes glittered when she saw Alqamar beside me. She run towards Alqamar, Rain tried to stop his sister but Sunny didn’t let her sister stop her. I sighed heavily when she snaked her arms around Alqamar again. I felt how everyone stared at me, watching my reaction. I was about to walked past them when all our eyes widened when we saw how Alqamar pushed Sunny away! Sunny fell on the ground! What the?

AURÉLIE Four months in our Tuscan palace, and my love for Lorenzo is a visceral addiction—his salty skin against mine, his musky scent, the burn of his cock filling me to the soul. Every day, I live for these moments: managing the house, spending wildly on Umbrian truffles, vintage wines from our vines, silk fabrics for our sheets. Naked under an apron, I prepare his feast: creamy risotto with finely grated black truffles, seared rare duck breast, tiramisu soaked in mascarpone and Marsala. The air saturates with earthy, sweet aromas. My belly is rounding—three months pregnant, positive test yesterday, a burning secret to reveal to him tonight. My breasts are heavier, sensitive, dark erect ni

Something moved across his face that was not the composed professional surface. "Tuscany," he said. "October." I looked at the brochure on top. A hillside. The specific warm light of an Italian afternoon. The kind of place that looked like exactly the right place to say the most important words available to two people. "Tuscany," I said. "October." We sat together at his desk and looked at venues and talked about hillsides and October light and the specific logistics of two private people who had decided to celebrate something publicly and were figuring out what public meant on their own terms.

“Now get out of bed. Rosa left fresh fruit on the kitchen counter and if we don't eat it before the driver gets here, she will complain to her cousin.” I laugh, the sound short and real in the quiet morning, and the last of the tight feeling in my chest dissolves completely. The drive to the airport is quiet. The sun is fully up now, lighting the Tuscan countryside in brilliant shades of yellow and green, but the clouds are rolling in from the coast just like the morning air promised. I watch the narrow roads disappear behind us through the rear window of the car, watching the whitewashed walls of the villa fade into the trees until they are gone entirely.

In my sixth year of running an inn in Rimevale, I'm diagnosed with bone cancer. I leave the inn in the hands of my fiancé, Eric Jones, and head to Varenia with nothing but an old enamel mug. Once I'm there, I start a livestream called "My Last 100 Sunsets." Every day at 7:00 pm, I turn the camera toward the snowcapped mountains and make coffee just out of frame. On my 31st livestream, a comment suddenly catches my eye. "Wait. Does that mug at the edge of the frame have a V-shaped chip in it?" Six years ago, when a blizzard left us stranded in the mountains, I kept that same mug filled with hot spiced cider for Eric all night. The chat explodes. "That's Alice Graham from Veylune Inn!"

When their lips finally parted, the sun was beginning its slow descent behind the rolling blue hills of the Tuscan horizon, painting the sky in breathtaking strokes of violet, magenta, and burnished gold. Down in the lower orchard, Toby was lifting little Clarie onto his shoulders so she could reach a high branch, while Maya and Elena laughed and captured photos, their joyful voices drifting up the stone terrace in the cool evening air. Damon wrapped his arm securely around Clara’s waist, pulling her flush against his side as they stood together on the high terrace, watching their family beneath the glowing sky.