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."

"incontrarti è un grande dono" (meeting you is a great gift)

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.”

Violet said, “I.. intend to work here to learn from your teachings.“ “Really? Sounds to me as though you're a fraud who just want to gather information about my shop and sell it to someone else.” Violet did not react, “I did not lie. In truth, I come here to learn how to sew so I could give it as an offering to the god I worship.” In the world, worshipping gods was not a new thing. “Really? I worship hera, the goddess of women, marriage, and childbirth. Which god do you worship?” Hera was indeed impressive but not as good as her. “I worship Xenia, the god of justice, freedom and equality between men.”

After they carried their meals, those who were already seated with their friends stood up for the girls to seat. "Who are they?." I ask facing Suzanne. "They are the goddess of this school." She answers sipping from her apple juice. "What?." "Yeah. You see her?." She says referring to the one with blonde hair. "Yeah?." "She's the sassy queen. Her name is Sage Norman. Her dad owns this school, no one dares to talk back at her or you get expelled." She explains. "Oh." I mouthed. No wonder the woman serving their foods was scared, she doesn't wish to lose her job here.