Vita Nostra Novels & Stories

she said brightly, and he nodded. "We're going to Silvan tomorrow," Amaria said. " It's really suspicious, Silvan is a small town but very rich in soil, they said the rich soil was a blessing from the spirit king of nature 'Gaia' that's why they have the healthiest fruits, vegetables and rear the healthiest animals, it has the highest exportation rate over the years because all the kingdoms under Ashmael Empire request goods from them yearly, I should know because I'm from there." Teresa stated

One thing servants have in common in every household is that they talk. And it seems I have trespassed. Natalie was the alpha's mistress. “Roberta." I heard Alpha Narcisse call my name and I froze. I turned to see him walking towards me. “Good evening, Alpha Narcisse. I mean Vincenzo. " I said to Alpha Narcisse after he sent me a look.

Povetta's huffing voice caused me to turn my gaze from the Holy Cross to the threshold from where she entered in the hall. "Where must you find a person on the Christmas evening Povetta?"I asked her. "You're right but it's unusual in De Niro mansion where a person is seen praying,well you are an exception."She leaned on the podium where holy Bible was kept,covered in a silk cloth. "You mean no one comes here?Do the Niro men not pray?"I asked her in surprise. "They are metamorphically devotee of Lucifer the hell god.Do you really think after slaughtering human like some vegetables,they have guts to stand in front of God."Povetta stated reasonably.

Those words have no place in the Cosa Nostra. “Vittoria, it’s your turn,” Father Parisi whispers. My eyes dart between my priest and Angelo. “What do I say?” Father Parisi gives me a compassionate look. “Repeat after me.” I take a deep breath, and my heartbeat slows down until it feels like a whisper in my chest as I repeat the words Father Parisi murmurs to me. “I, Vittoria Romano, take you, Angelo Rizzo, for my lawful husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health…” I pause to take another breath, and my voice is softer when I continue, “…until death do us part.”

My funeral was held that afternoon. Carlo arranged it with the highest honors, as befitting the future Donna of the Vesta family. My gravestone was placed right beside his mother's, engraved with: Margherita Rossi Vesta 1998–2023 Eternal Bride Papa wept uncontrollably during the ceremony. He nearly rushed forward, clutching Carlo's neck. Carlo stopped the bodyguards who tried to intervene and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Rossi. This is my fault."

The contents slide out- charts, press clippings, numbers dipped in red ink. “This is what happens when people think the D’Angelos are slipping.” He snaps at me. “We need a statement. Something bold. Something unshakeable.” I arch a brow. “Isn’t that why we’re having dinner tonight ?” He straightens up, smoothening his tie. “Lucia Voss is a powerful woman with a legacy. The owner of Voss elixirs , the most successful skincare brand here in Italy. Word has been going around that she wants to revive her family’s influence. We need a distraction . An alliance that gets people talking till we can fix this.”

Aside from the deliciousness of her cooking, he regards her as his second parent. "I'm fine, Aling Marta. How about you? You still look sexy, ah, "he replied with a smile. "My Migi, you're still flattering. What's your order? " She utters as she can’t hide the redness of her face. Migi secretly smiled because of Aling Marta's reaction. "Two rice and a Ginataang Tulingan, "he said before taking out his wallet. "Don't pay anymore, it's on the house, child," she said, tapping on his shoulder.

I’m about to close my eyes, as my phone chimes. And I finally get my awaited code. Ginevra: Via libera.

Giovanni asked Sierra for the pair of clothes and she gave him nothing but a loose tank top with underwear. "This is all I could arrange at the moment, boss," she spoke innocently and walked away. "I see you are clever much," Pablo glanced her while she winked at him. Of course, she deliberately did this. She and Pablo both knew that this Fia girl was fancied by their boss. This is not the first time he had kidnapped the girl of his enemy... it was in his blood. Vincenzo Salvatore Fernsby, he was the most powerful Italian-Irish mafia boss of his time. He was famous as Don Salvatore and ruled many countries like Italy, Ireland and California.

I want to make sure we keep a bottle or two at all times for her. “Fattorie Romeo del Castello Vigo Etna Rosso. Of all the wines I’ve tasted, it has by far been the best. It fits you.” Crista sighed. “And how might that be?” I inquired, letting myself relax now that she seemed comfortable. “It’s delicate, sweet, but also tangy and a little bitter.” she yawned. I chuckled softly at her explanation.