Vita Nostra Novels & Stories

Mila I tuned out the ceremony with every word from the Priest's mouth. I felt going far away from the present until Jonathan’s words pulled me out of my daze when he said in his deep voice filling me with surprise. “I wrote my own vows.” Gazing up, I met his grey eyes as he pulled me closer, holding the fingers of both my hands in his, his thumbs making small circles at the back of my hands. I felt a tremor run through me as he started speaking, “Io, Jonathan Byrne Sokolov, giuro di proteggerti, Carmella Sicilian, per il resto della mia vita.” I, Jonathan Byrne Sokolov, vow to protect you, Carmella Sicilian, for the rest of my life. I stared at him as the Italian words registered in my mind.

Sam whispered and her red eyes snapped at her. "You knew ? " she whispered in a hard tone and Sam shook her head. "Do you think if I knew I would be here " Champagne knelt down and grabbed the envelope off the floor, she searched for any information. An address or something. " Vyales group of companies " Sam spoke up and Champagne realised he was rich. It seems that was the main he felt like paying this prostitute. Champagne didn't say anything, she stood up and walked to her room. She changed into a pair of jeans and an over sized shirt. She walked back in to the kitchen and grabbed the money and placed it in her purse.

“You have no need for such cheap things so you might as well forget about it. Was that all?” I bit the insides of my cheeks. I was glad that he could be such an asshole. It reminded me not to get too carried away in this arrangement. “Give me an estimate.” When he cocked his head to the side, I elaborated, “Of how long ‘till you can find where Caterina is.” He ignored me. “Rule one: never refer to yourself as other than Caterina.” “A number, Romano.” “Two, you can only call me by my first name.”

"Ça va bien, merçi. Et vous?" (I am fine. And you?). "Nous sommes bien, mademoiselle." (We are fine, miss). She opened her textbook. "Aujourd'hui, nous allons étuder 'la lettre'." (Today, we are going to study ' the letter'). Some of us jotted down the topic for the day in our notebooks. "Quelqu'un peut-il expliquer ce qu'est une lettre?" (Can someone explain what a letter is?)

12: damaged people attract damaged people. × Love- Love is crazy. Because there's hardly any difference. × Juliet Robert's crazy was coincidentally playing as he looked out of the bus with a fatigued smile. Both their excitement grew as he finally crossed into Zurich- 'Katharina'

I tell her typing away on my phone without taking a glance in her direction. We get to the restaurant, take our seats and I call for the waiter. "Good day sir and ma'am, what would you like to order" "I'll have a plate of pasta e Fagioli" "I'll take just water" Eulalia tells the waiter "Get two plates of what I ordered" I tell the waiter and nod for him to get our orders. "Sir, please what about the the client we are supposed to meet" she asks with raised brows "Constantine" I said with displeasure " How many times have I told you to call me Constantine and not sir? I do not like to repeat myself and besides we are way passed this, i've had my head down your cunt" I give her my proudest smil

Velvet glared at xandros as if to ask him for permission… “Vittoria is a dummy name, to hide the intentions and the integrity of people who are operating underneath. This Vittoria that we all know and have seen, isn't the real Vittoria, no one knows the real Vittoria except for people who have had their deals with her and they have been made to swear an oath not to spill anything…cause if they do, the one who she works for will come for them!” “Are you saying the Vittoria bell we all know and have seen isn't the real one?”

(today is our party , such beauty we never ever taste and today we will devour her fully. "Fratello penso che sia vergine maria, saremo i suoi primi per favore fammi assaggiare anche lei, è il mio sogno far scoppiare la ciliegia" (Brother I think she is Virgin Mary , we will be her first please let me taste her too , it's my dream to pop the cherry )

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

Laughing. “That's her,” Talana whispered. “That's my mother.” Katerina’s voice was shaky. “You look just like her.” Talana lifted the first drive. “Plug it in.” Matteo inserted it into the portable laptop they brought. “Booting up now... Give it a second.” A screen opened with a symbol: a blood-red rose and a phrase beneath it: Operazione Rosalina – Authorization Level: Omega Nero Massimo frowned. “What the hell is Omega Nero?”