histórias de Italians

(Sequel to Upside Down) Two years. One signal. A truth buried beneath the waves. Luca should have let it go. The ocean took her, the monitors confirmed it, the world mourned. But some losses refuse to stay buried. In the dead of night, amidst the hum of servers and fractured data, a faint signal pulses through the void, a signature only he would recognize. Coordinates in the middle of the ocean. Impossible. Unreal. Yet real. Haunted by the memory of her last moments, Luca sets out into the unknown, following a trail that twists between obsession and madness. Every clue leads deeper into Viktor's shadowed empire, and into secrets that were never meant to surface. The closer he gets, the more the line between life and death, truth and lie, begins to blur. Someone is waiting. Someone who should not exist. And when the water finally parts, Luca will discover that some things, once lost, can never truly die...

It was a perfectly normal day. The skies were blue and sunny, cloudless with a gentle breeze, toads going about their lives as Peach woke up. However, upon waking up, she screamed as she saw the mirror, making Mario and Luigi rush into the room.

Leilani Kawai has been the outcast for as long as she can remember. Quiet, shy, keeps to herself. But the day Sofia Marino transfers from Italy is the day her whole life changes. The way she views the world becomes as clear as the ocean water.

Prussia tells his journey all in his diary. Telling his "awesome" life about being a Prussian man with his badass chick Gilbird on his daily adventures. Adventures most likely getting attack or attacking others. Especially staying awesome with beer. Stupidity is include Embarrassing moments included Shame included Idiocy included Pranks included Awesomeness included Don't own characters nor anime

have fun with these vital 8 steps to piss off the land of the pizza. Inspired from an italian friend I like to annoy and found the best way to xD

We all know that the Italians are annoying. But why? This essay, (a work in progress) will explain the possible reasons and dangers of Italians.

[WARNING CONTAINS SEXUAL SCENES/ VIOLENCE] "As long as you love me...We could do it." I listen still a little in shock of how serious his tone is. "We could leave it all behind together". I can't believe hes actually considering this. I mean hello. Its ME. Does he not remember how much I freaked when I lost my ear ring. He presses his lips to mine again breaking my train of thought. He pulls from it leaving me needy and unsatisfied. "As long as you love me" He repeats."The scary thing is... I do love you" [ON HOLD]

This is about me and my twin life and how messed up we are!

Isabelle Fletcher has had a hard life: 1. It was fairly obvious to me that my life sucked. 2. I was worked to the bone everyday, heck I was famous. 3. But being famous doesn't pay the bills, or at least mine 4. The company that I had signed before I hit stardom, well, had cheated me. 5. I signed this big $100k contract with them and was ecstatic because it would pay for my mom's medical bills. Her life as an actress / model isnt all that fame is cracked up to be. She works hours a day and sees pennies of it. 'Why' you ask? She signed her life away to William Whitford the disgusting, vile man that owned an entertainment company and essentially Isabelle. He holds much of her life in his claws. Unrelenting, tugging her deeper into the pit of hell she calls life. Luckily for Isabelle, theres a way out and its approaching fast. Preview: His tight grip on my throat made it hard to breathe. Tears pooled and spilled out as i frantically clawed at his hands to free me. "Dont forget I own you," he growled into my ear. A shiver ran down my spine and I tried frantically pawing at his death grip on my neck. This only made him angrier. as if it was possible his grip tightened and I gasped for air that wasn't coming in. I started to see black spots clouding my vision, "Pl....Pl" Nothing would come out and as my vision turned completely black I welcomed the darkness, a thick blanket of comfort that made reality seem so far.

Tess is a part of the mafia. Not just any part, though, she's godfather. The Boss. And people think that because she's a girl, she can't kick their ass. In fact, her identity is kept secret so they don't seem weak. So imagine Damon's supprise when he finds out that the King of the Mafia is actually a girl. Not to mention that she's the heir to his rival mafia. However, he's determined to destroy them. Even if it means allying with their heir. The question is will she help him? Will she betray her uncle? Or will she be the ruthless heir she was born to be? How far is Damon willing to go to destroy the ones that destroyed his family? Will he betray Tess in the end simply because she is related to them? Or will he want to keep her close when he finds out about her past that lead her to be the King of the Mafia?

Fame and therapy collide, Leyla Garcia, the undefeated therapist with a secret, finds her expertise challenged when her first "incurable" patient arrives. Matteo Rossi, the beloved face of Hollywood, tainted by a dark crime and labeled a psychopath, seeks redemption in the hands of Leyla's unconventional methods. As their paths intertwine, a dangerous dance between healing and madness begins, threatening to unravel both their lives in ways they never could have imagined.

Just an assassin trying to find her twin brother ☆☆☆ "Who do you think you are stealing my husband" the bitch yells spitting in my face. Before I could respond she slaps me square in the face with all her strength. I showed no emotion. I'm not going to be one of those girls who get so offended easily. No I'm one of these girls.... I grabbed my knife from the back of my pants and stabbed her in her stomach before anyone could stop me. I heard some people gasp out of surprise but I paid no attention to any of them. Leaning in slowly, I spoke softly so that only she could hear. "Next time you talk to me, think before you speak or I might actually steal your so called 'husband' cagna". (Bitch) After that I leaned out and pulled out my knife from her stomach. Doing a quick look around then strolling in front of her making sure I shove her shoulder while at it. ☆☆☆ Valentina Silvestri is a 23 year old woman assassin, she is the best in the world, many know her as The Ghost. Only her brother knows who she is. Valentina is going undercover in the Russian mafia, she has only two goals in her life. To find her twin brother and kill the Russian mafia leader... Dmitriy Sokolov. She has been trying to find her brother for nearly 7 years. Her mother was taken away by the Russians after killing her dad not knowing about their two kids that they never knew of watching their death. She and her brother were only 7 when their family broke apart forever, but Valentina never was the one to give up. So one night she went to find answers, and they only led to the Italians. Once she found her answer then went clubbing but only to end up being kidnapped by the Italians. At least she was with them. Right? Wrong! Valentina thought she would have a simple conversation with the Italian mafia leader who she thought was Marcus Castelli, an old friend of her fathers, but oh how she was wrong. It was his son.

When her mom is killed by the Russians, she only has one place to go: Her Italian Mafia dad who her mom kept her away for for her whole life. Since her mom did prepare her for mafia life she fits in quickly, so quickly that her dad believes she can kill the enemy, after that she can get revenge. What she doesn't know is that her enemy might be the best help to get exactly that. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm on my knees on one side of the concrete basement, my hands chained behind my back, blood leaks from a wound on my face and seeps into my eyes. The stab wound on my stomach throbs, but none of that matters because Ace is at the other side of the room, more beaten and bloody than I am. I plead for the Russians to stop the whippings, to let him go and punish me instead. "O, but I am," The 'leader' of the group says in a voice to dark for a mortal man. I see Ace struggeling against his chains to protest. Another strike of the whip sends Ace to the floor, no longer able to stay upright. "No," I say. He is not theirs to take, not theirs to kill. He is mine.

Annamaria Castello seems like she has everything; money, friends, family, and looks. But what she truly wishes for is a boyfriend, someone to take her hand and love her confidently. So maybe she sounds a bit desperate and a bit pathetic when she accidentally tells everyone she has a boyfriend to A.) Get the ones she doesn't like to stop asking her to "hit 'em up", B.) Have her married friends stop trying to set her up with their husbands unattractive brothers , and finally C.) Stop her family from believing she is lesbian. In the end both choices B and C still don't believe her completly every time they ask but could it be that this time it's true? Is she finally dating someone who can meet her high standards and make her want to pull her hair out? Or is she crying boyfriend again?

"𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞." "𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝?" "𝐈'𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫." 𝐋𝐚𝐰 & 𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫: 𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐞

Every day a little bit of Italy, beyond the common places

I knew he'd destroy me the second I laid eyes on him. It was that undeniable pull as we stared at one another with the hatred a mother experiences when she meets the murderer of her teenage son. It was the loathing a daughter experiences when she find out her dad's rolling in bed with some cheap whore, and she's nothing but a mere thought in the back of his empty-headed mind. The kind of hatred that leaves a slow, agonizing pain in your stomach, a fire that rolls its way through your veins inch by inch. A fire that makes you want to claw at your arms and neck, in order to get rid of it. There was one thing that kept me from looking away. Behind all that hatred, was another emotion that had me confused and on-edge, but I couldn't quite decipher it. I couldn't possibly imagine what he was getting out of this. Some kind of satisfaction? A maid? A personal hooker? Sitting in this board room, we were the only two people filling out the oversized table, meant for important office meetings. A place where I would usually look over all the seasons best designs and creations, before giving it the final "go" for Fashion Week. Now, this same room filled with a certain type of musk and expensive cologne seemed to be closing in on me, I breathed in a ragged breath and uttered the two words that would change my live irrevocably. "I do." He blew out a relieved sigh and stood up to straighten his suit. Reaching into his front pocket and sliding a red velvet box across the table to my seat, I barely managed to catch it in time, just as he slammed the door shut on his way out of the room. "Nice to meet you too, you pompous jerk."

The unsub that killed Rossi a few months ago escaped prison and begins to kill again targeting someone Hotch loves.

"Can I kiss you?" He whispered, slightly leaning in and passed his tongue lightly over his bottom lip. His hooded electric eyes traveled to mine, but he didn't make a move. He waited. Waited for consent. Consent. My breath hitched. He had no idea how long I was waiting for this question, yet my body refused to move. My pulse thudded in my ears, heart rate rapidly increased, and my lungs demanded more oxygen. Consent. I pushed more space between us, my hands falling limp beside me. He furrowed his eyebrows, looking away, hurt stretched over his face. I panicked, the sound of inconsistent, yet heavy breathing filled the space between us. I was scared. What was happening to me? Consent. It's exactly what I needed, yet I froze.

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