Vita Nostra Novels & Stories

As the night embraced them, they both fell asleep. Vicenzo Santangelo, a wise and aging alpha awaited their arrival. He sat beneath a pergola draped with vibrant vines, casting dappled sunlight upon the old wooden table where a platter of salads and a cornucopia of fresh fruits had been prepared. The scent of basil and rosemary mingled with the delicate perfume of flowers, creating an intoxicating ambiance. He was excited about the meeting and had tossed and turned wondering what kind of woman Viola Santangelo would be like. Would she remind him of his own sister? Or would she be more like his mother? Or her own mother?

"A baby can never have too many clothes," Vittoria declared. She held up a tiny pink dress covered in ruffles. "Look at this! Isn't it precious?" Julia had to admit it was. Everything Vittoria bought was beautiful and expensive and exactly the kind of thing she'd never have been able to afford on her own. "Have you decided on a middle name?" Vittoria asked as she hung the dress in the already-overflowing closet. Julia and Massimo exchanged glances. "We're thinking Rose," Julia said. "Isabella Rose Valentino." "After my mother," Massimo added. "Nonna Rosa would have loved her." "She would have," Vittoria agreed, her eyes misting. "She always said the family needed more girls. Too much testos

I had branch in Kumasi, and another in Cape Coast, and we shipped to other countries as well. Business was really booming. “If it isn't Cindy Mensah.” A beautiful woman called out snapping me out of my reverie. I smiled uncertainly. “May I know who you are?” She smiled back, a perfect toothpaste commercial smile that showed her perfect teeth. “My name is Amelia Sanders, I'm a representative of Donatella Maruchi. How would you like to be featured in our African Pride week Festival?” I grinned, shaking my head in disbelief. “I'm dreaming, aren't I?”

The club was blaring hard rock music. It smelled like sweat mixed with expensive cologne. And, it smelled, vaguely, like gunpowder. But maybe that was just in my head, considering the number of guns I was near these days. The name of the club was The Nostra. I thought it was weird, as it sounded like something related to the nose. Landon explained that it meant 'the thing' in Italian. Too much of Italian. I was surrounded by everything from that damn country. God.

The deafening silence seemed like it lasted for hours. "Was the food delicious?" she asked out of the blue. He lifted his gaze at her in shock. "Mh?." "I mean dinner, was it nice?." "Oh, sure it was." "Sabina is a very good cook, unlike Zara." "Sorry, which are Sabina and Zara?" Jason asked confused. Sophia smiled knowing he was always never down to earth. "Sabina is the short one, then Zara tall and lanky." "Just like you" he added jokingly.

“Therefore, I beseech you to hearken to my words. For you are but youth and need to be coached. The gods know that it is my greatest desire to build the foundations of your life and see you become great. You are like a brick that must break into other parts to form a strong foundation for my name. Pay attention to my words. Allow wisdom to flow into you without obstruction. ”I will explain to you about the envoys that arrived here from the nation of Suramy two weeks ago. I had felt reluctant to talk to you because it wasn’t the right time to reveal certain things to you. I needed to commune with you at the right time. Now, my last days are near. Several times, I said to you, ‘tremble not whe

“I, Vincenzo Giasone Bonaccorso, Don of Cosa Nostra, would like to ask for the hand of Guendolina Prisca Watson, or rather, Guendolina Prisca Scarpinato, your daughter, in marriage,” Vince said seriously. “In addition to the union with the woman I love, it would also mark the beginning of a truce and partnership between Cosa Nostra and Camorra.”

In cursive, old calligraphy, it read ×××××××××××××××××××××××××× 《V I V I A N H I O M I》:《25》 《T O K Y O : J A P A N》 《C A U S E O F D E A T H 》 ○ HEMORRHAGE ○ ×××××××××××××××××××××××××× "This is never not sad." - To be continued

“My wife.” “She is not part of our brotherhood, and she doesn't have the bloodlines or connections to help our family expand,” Vittorio muttered, his voice dropping into a whisper, a vicious bite behind his words. “Why on earth would you discard the alliance I arranged for you for a common stripper whore?” My vision went instantly narrow. A violent impulse flared in my chest, and my knuckles itched to slam directly into his arrogant face. Instead, I slowly curled my fist flat against my thigh, my eyes darkening as I locked gazes with him.

“Maybe you should take this up with him.” “I’d end up choosing violence over a civilised conversation, B, which is so not me.” He fanned his face. “He offered this to us because everyone else refused. I can bet on it.” There was no doubt about that. “All aside, do you know the details on our target, or do I need to brief?” I shook my head. I knew all I needed to know about our target Adonis Vitale, Capo of the Vitale Empire, which was one of the two organised crime families in New York, collectively known as Cosa Nostra, aside from the Illianos Family.