Vita Nostra Novels & Stories

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

CATARINA'S POV Usually, Catarina and her mother Iris would share a large bowl of vegetable soup from the cauldron in the brothel kitchens. It never had any herbs or meat. It was just broth and the cheapest produce from the market. However, one night they received a bowl with chunks of savory venison and large slices of buttered bread. One of the most frequent customers, a member of the clergy in the Vatican City, adored Iris. As a result, he started making monthly payments specifically for Iris to eat better, sleep better, and most importantly, see no other customers.

She says, and I shrug. "Actually, Celia Clementine." She says, and I freeze. "You saved my life, Viola." She says, like it is explanation enough, and my heart begins to pound, my ears, hot. "Please, don't name her after me, I am nothing special, please don. . " I stammer, heaving.

She turned to the second page and continued reading. ‘So Velenoso married a woman of Italian origin and was ready to take the oath (omerta) in their language. The Omerta is an extraordinary ritual where Velenoso cut his hand and spilled his blood to show He wouldn't fear spilling blood to protect his soldiers when the time comes.’

The supreme dark-priest asked. “I will.” Veronica said with pride hinted on her voice. “Will you honor the duty and responsibilities that it will take you to be Queen, and do you do so willingly take this crown as yours?” The supreme dark-priest once again asked. “I will, and do so willingly what it takes to be Queen.” Veronica answered once more. “Then I declare you,” the supreme dark-priest said and she place the crown on the top of Veronica’s head, “Veronica Lorraine Glaiza Elizabeth Vane, The Queen of Dexo Fernia.” The crown was placed above Veronica’s head.

"But Nero, you'll be late for the......." "That's an order ,Vita and I've told you to never second guess any order I give you especially when it has to do with my woman." Okay,I was SO NOT blushing. Vita stiffened. Surprise flickered across her features but she masked it immediately—but not before I saw it. She glanced at me once more, irritation simmering beneath her composed exterior, then briskly she went away. As she passed me, she uttered a low curse in Italian. "Bastardó"

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“And that old lady in the center—she’s our grandma.” Siena’s eyes landed on the elderly woman seated like a queen at the heart of it all, her face locked in a permanent scowl, as if she’d just bitten into something sour. “That’s Cristiano’s mother, Soraya—the first wife of Vittorio Vitelli,” Gino added, nodding toward a stiff-looking woman beside Vittorio. She looked more aged than Siena had expected. Her eyes were hollow and strained, her posture tense. She was fuller in the waist and arms, and though her hair was carefully styled, the blonde strands couldn’t hide the streaks of silver running through them.

the past days than we have had in years “Vittoria?”