Vita Nostra Novels & Stories

Now that she said her piece and drew the line, she turned to leave. "Wait, please-" his arm hurriedly grabbed her wrist, twitching like he was scared of hurting her. His grab caused the sleeve of her dress to roll up a little, he stared at her wrist, a surprised glint lingering in his eyes as she jerked away from his touch. "That mark..." He said, suddenly uncuffing his shirt and rolling off the sleeve, he outstretched his right arm next to hers, "it's the same as mine." Maria has had that birthmark since forever and she was convinced she was born with it, it looked like a faint tattoo of a fiery sun and has faded even more as she grew older. Why then did he have the same one on his wrist at

she asked Clarissa. "Yes. I am sure Lord Elias is waiting for you." "Lord Elias?" Zara's brows lifted. "That is the librarian you will be working with. His name is Lord Elias. He is the longest-living wolf in Zenrada." "Oh." "You should hurry, he hates lateness. I will dash to the kitchen right away and get you that ice cream. It might get boring for you, so you will need it." Zaramanni turned to face the woman. "Is there a 'no eating rule' in the library?"

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.

SAINT PETERSBURG, RUSSIA (THE BRATVA'S EMPIRE) The Bratva's empire was buzzing with activity as staff scurried around, preparing for Donatella's 20th birthday celebration. Amidst the chaos, the sound of heels clicking on the floor announced the arrival of Valerie and Ariana De Luca, Donatella's sisters. They stepped into the foyer, their presence immediately noticeable.

Mark immediately regretted asking. Mia entered just in time to hear that. She narrowed her eyes. "Why does that sound dangerous?" Luca grinned. "Because it is." He opened the file. Inside was a photograph. A woman. Elegant. Confident. Sharp-eyed. The kind of person who looked dangerous even while smiling. "Who is she?" Mia asked. Luca looked delighted. "Her name is Valentina De Luca." Mark sighed. Already tired. Luca continued dramatically. "Lead negotiator for the Vitale Family."

The moment she met my gaze, however, she instantly resumed her usual haughty demeanor. "You used to handle the arrangements for Mr. Vitale's visits, didn't you? He's our most important client, and he's due for the routine meeting in a few days. Tell me what he likes." Alessandro Vitale? I laughed inwardly. "Mr. Vitale is important, sì. He's a wine expert, and his favorite is 1985 Romanée-Conti. He doesn't leave without polishing off half a bottle." Elena's eyes lit up, and she immediately pulled up an online wine store. The moment she saw the price tag, the color drained from her face.

A few buttons were undone, and a tattoo peaked out that said 'sedurre e distruggere' Written in cursive. "What does that one mean?" I asked pointing to the strange words clearly in Italian. "It means to seduce and destroy," He simply stated, grabbing the hand that was tracing his tattoos and placing a kiss on my knuckle, awarding me a genuine smile. He then leaned in, plunging into a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced as I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. His hands cupped my breast, squeezing my hardened nipple through my shirt. I tugged at his hair with desire.

I tapped the file even though all I had was my word against theirs now, “Delilah. May I call you Delilah?” “You may not,” she said smoothly, “Mrs. Vitelli will suffice.” “Mrs. Vitelli, then,” I said, smiling tightly. “You and your husband have been married for six years now. That’s a long time in your line of work.” Her eyes narrowed slightly. “My line of work? I’m afraid I don’t understand. I’m a homemaker. My work consists of raising my children and hosting charitable events. Surely that isn’t a crime.” “Of course not,” I said, leaning forward. “But your husband’s work? That’s a different story, isn’t it? Lorenzo Vitelli—known enforcer for the Cosa Nostra. A man so dangerous that his name

The only place she allowed her face to be seen by those who feared and worshipped her name. Luciana sat on a throne of forged black marble, flanked by two ancient lion busts. Around her, figures in masks knelt in silence. Their robes bore a single insignia stitched in blood-thread: a circle within a dagger’s hilt. The mark of the Velate Infernali. “I want the list of names,” Luciana said calmly. “The ones that turned after Giovanni’s fall. If they’ve pledged to Maria Moretti, I want proof. If they’ve pledged to Aria... I want them followed.”