Vita Nostra Novels & Stories

While Carmelo faced down, grinning widely at her words. I rolled my eyes, “Have you stopped fashion designing? Are you now a matchmaker?” I crossed my hands over my chest. Carmelo still had a stupid smile on his face. I wished to wipe it off. But I couldn’t. As much as I was finding it hard to accept, Viva was helping me out with my plans without her knowledge. “Honey, don’t you know who I am? Vittoria De Babesy, that’s who. And matchmaking has been my perfection.” She winked at me. “Glad that you know nothing about me still.” I regretted saying those words but it was too late.

Lucas whispered to Roman before walking further into the bar, his legs hesitated but he moved slowly towards the counter and sat down on the stool. “What can I get you? We have new drinks on the menu but I suggest you go for the number 5. It’s the most asked for, it’s a special countryside drink made with bourbon” his attention turned to the blonde girl grinning at him like they’ve met before, she’s also trying to get him to pick the best on the menu. If Roman knows better he would know that it’s either she’s been friendly to get an extra tip or she’s interested in him.

I tell her, I was mostly talking about myself. "Well not me. I'll be extra careful." She said as she blushed deeply. Well that's a first, I've never seen Vitalia Romano blush. I wriggled my eyebrow suggestively. "So..." I trailed off. "Stop it! I'm definitely not going to talk about my non existent sex life with you!" She whisper yelled, her face crimson red. "So, the high and mighty Vita Romano is a virgin?" I said with a mischievous smirk, Vita looks utterly embarrassed, she looked like she wanted the ground to magically open and swallow her.

"Not that I am surprised. Just curious and I have a feeling whatever you are about to tell me next will explain why you cared so much to the detriment of your life to keep Lydia's arrival and current location a secret." "She is promised to me," Vitale said, his voice one of a determined man. "To be my mate!” He then turned to me and managed an awkward laugh. "I know you are probably wondering now. How is that possible when she already has a mate? I had the same question. Why would the moon goddess pair me with someone who has already been claimed?"

Bianca warned, her tone firm, making it clear that this was not just an opinion but a warning. “But the chances of us ending up in a coffin are even higher if we stay here,” Vittoria shot back, her voice firm. “Vincenzo is the love of my life—and now that love has multiplied, growing inside me as the purest reason to fight.” She said, resting a reverent hand over her belly. “The moment my feet leave the ground of Savoca, it will be forever, because I will never come back.”

"I made it. Check the grip. Base has my initials—V.E." Gina curled into Carlo like she was heartbroken. "Vera, how could you? That's not your mark. It stands for 'vita eterna.' It's a symbol of our love—and a blessing. Eternal life for the one who holds it." Vera didn't even blink. Her eyes locked on Carlo. "I've got the blueprints and logs in my arsenal. You want proof? I'll show you." For a second, something flickered in Carlo's eyes. Then he nodded.

she said softly, swirling the wine in her glass. Nora looked up again. “Picture what?” “Our wedding.” The answer came so casually it almost sounded harmless. Almost. Martina smiled toward the city view. “The Romano name beside mine,” she continued dreamily. “The press losing their minds. The most powerful families in US and Italy connected officially.” She laughed softly. “Honestly, we’d look beautiful together.” Nora hesitated carefully before speaking. “But Adriano still hasn’t shown any interest…” “He will.” The confidence in Martina’s voice was immediate.

He is currently sweating through his expensive Italian suit. "Explain it to me again," I say. My voice is calm, but it has the brittle edge of a blade about to snap. "It is a matter of... propriety, Donna," Moretti stammers. "And liability. The Istituto is a Catholic foundation. Their bylaws are archaic. They require the primary guardian to be... listed." "I am listed," I say, tapping the paper. "Mother: Graziella Vitale." "Yes," Moretti agrees, wiping his forehead with a handkerchief. "But the section for 'Father' is... complicated."

Athena hissed, sending a glare my way. ◇◇◇◇ Translation "dove boss mafioso. - where to mafia boss la villa della Violenta - the Violenta mansion "Mio figlio my son. ovviamente non zucca - of course not pumpkin

She giggles. I clenched my hand in annoyance as she terminated the call. I felt furious. Immediately I received a message, and I opened it to receive a video from Viola. She called again before I could even play the video. "Whether you believe it or not, I have already deleted the rest of the copies." she hangs up. WORD TRANSLATE < >buona notte < >Goodnight < >zia Benedetta < > Aunt Benedetta < >Signore < > Sir