Italians Stories

Carlo D'amore, leader of the West Coast, sent his only heir to Il Pozzo, a place where she must overcome different trials and, ultimately, become his successor. However, only men were chosen to become mafia capos, which is why Carlo concealed his daughter's identity and turned her into his son.

She wishes she never had to avoid him, but she does it anyway. Until life forces her to finally meet him.

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.

(Name) (last-name) sister of the German brothers, encountered with a stubborn Italian called Romano Vargas. Finding her interesting, he is determined to make her fall in love to her charms. But with other classmates, rivals, even his own brother taken a liking towards her, how is he going to overcome the obstacles? Love or just friends? But now the 2Ps are taking a role in the drama. But since they're joining too, will the school survive? This is PROJECT ROMA. P.s picture doesn't belong to me, I've found it on google and also excuse me on gramma and spelling.

Special Agents is about 4 young spies trying to work together around the world. They have to join together and form a team to do so, soemthing they have never done. I find the gate quickly and find the door to the meeting room. A man stood guard at the door, trying to be intimidating. I could take him down in about 17 seconds flat. He's to confident, i wonder who trained him? Not someone very good, i could tell you that much. I walk up to him and raise a eyebrow. He straightens a bit and speaks. “Name?” His voice is a bit scratchy, as if he doesn't speak often. I reply short and fast. “Summer Knight.” He nods his head and opens the door. I drag my stuff inside and set it by the door and look around the room. James sits in a chair towards the head of the table. He looks up when he hears me. He smiles at me, i nod my head and walk towards the back of the room, passing another man i've known almost my whole life, Mr Green. “Well Summ, no hello for your favorite person in the world?” he smiles bigger than he should have. I don't want to play with him right now. I want to know what's going on, so i ask so.” What am i doing here, Green?” “Well Summ, you're about to meet your new team.” “What?” comes from James as I choke out “Team? What do you mean team?”

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."

Harmony Peters moves to the mysterious town of Byron,California only to discover the strangest of things. Living with her Uncle, Harmony realizes that things aren't what they seem. She is sent to attend Glendale Academy, where a strange group of students known as the Hardy's take their toll on harmony. With one look at the youngest Hardy boy, Harmony falls instantly in love, but this romance will be no ordinary one.

Mía just graduated high school along side her best friend Alessandro but just a month after Alessandro's father died so Alessandro had to take over the family business. What Mia didn't know was that Alessandro was now the leader of the most powerful mafia in Italy... her brothers federal Agents could never know of this and now she was loosing her best friend and didn't know if she would ever see him again... *** "You can't possibly be the leader of a mafia... I've known you my whole life my brothers... they are FBI agents and you... you are a mafia Leader?" I couldn't believe him my best friend the leader of the most wanted mafia I knew his father had a "business" and when he died it would all go to Alessandro but his dad only died a week ago "Principessa please don't make this harder okay I am still me... I love you and you know that it's just that I never wanted you to find out like this... I knew I had to take my fathers place one day but I didn't know it would be so soon... now I need you to listen very carefully can you do that?" I couldn't get words out so I nodded yes " okay I am going to have to go away and I won't see you for a long time now maybe a year or two..." "What are you crazy no... what will I do with out you..." ------------------------- Please don't copy my work word for word but you are welcome to get inspirations

Two large hands wrapped around her body as she struggled to get out of the man's hold. Her legs moved vigorously as she continued to shake her head and punch the man in the chest with her elbows. "Let go of me, you freak!" She yelled, as she continued to slither out if his hold. Frustrated, the man kicked the door open of an empty cabin and placed her roughly on the seat. His face was covered with only his eyes visible so she couldn't identify who it was. "Listen. Stop being such a brat and shut up! Be quiet and they won't be any problems, understood?" The man spoke harshly before walking away and slamming the cabin door shut. Nevertheless, Alexis completely ignored what he said and ran towards the door, trying to open it, but stopped once she realised it was locked. "AH! LET ME OUT, YOU PHYSCO-PATH RETARDED FOOL!" She screamed as her fists constantly collided with the door, hammering into it. She kicked the door a few timed before giving up and slumping on to the chair. Alexis watched out the window of the moving train and frustratingly sighed, her head falling helplessly into her hands. "I will deal with that jackass later" she muttered grumpily. *** Book 1 of 4 of the 'solemn kindred series' First of all, thank you for clicking on my story, I promise you that you won't regret it:) This is not a cliché romantic novel, and I'm hoping that it will blow your mind away! I will try to update every week and sometimes I might update twice a week, depending on how busy I am. Anything that happens in this book is NOT real and is simply my imagination. If any characteristics or events are similar to real life, it is purely coincidental. This book is owned by ME. DO NOT plagiarise this book for it will NOT be tolerated. Happy reading:)

An incredible story about an Italian mafia

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

January 3, 1946, inside a Quinson Railroad Freight Car: Two boys, both around 13, stood inside the freight car; the snow-covered landscape zooming past through the open doors. One boy, with black hair and green eyes looked sad, and afraid. The other, with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, held a similar expression on his dirt covered face. Both boys were filthy, with dirt and grime all over their bodies, and only dirty and stained clothes on their small muscular frames. The blonde held an open butterfly knife in his hand tightly. The black-haired one looked at the knife and smiled slightly. "I ain't never 'ad any real family before." He said, looking at the blonde. "Me neither. But if we're gonna do this, we gotta do it right." The blonde said, raising the knife up. "I, Asa Caswell, swear on my life that I will protect, care for, and appreciate Encio Gamichi as my brother in blood. And I swear that I will treat him accordingly." The blonde stated as he stabbed his right index finger with the knife. "I, Encio Gamichi, swear on me life that I will protect, care for, and appreciate Asa Caswell as me brother in blood. And I swear that I will treat 'im accordingly." The black-haired boy said, stabbing his finger as well. Putting their two fingers together the both said, "Brothers in blood. Brothers forever."

*And you should get out of town too* Boris Esposito, the owner of the nation's most famous interior design and architectural company, has lived a life of pleasure where pleasure did not belong. He was always looking for new "toys" to play with. New "candies" to taste. Until she came in. An antique. A rich piece of chocolate. A change of his game. A snag in a pair of tights. She was his favorite. But instead of just being a toy is she it? Is she what he could never find in women? Is she the one for Boris?

Such a beautiful hybrid of chaos and grace, a magnetic angel with a golden face. A thrill for danger and a volatile mind, such a hypnotic being separate from mankind. Shrouded in devotion him as my guide, I'll be his Bonnie and he'll be my Clyde. ____________________________________ "Let's commit the perfect crime; I'll steal your heart, and you steal mine." He said, with a gleam in his eyes. Looking at him. I replied, "They may hate us together," Than grabbing his hand and twirling our fingers together. I looked at him with such determination. "But they can't stop us." ____________________________________ When a gangsters daughter and a mafia's son fall for each other. All hell breaks loose.

"Who are you!?" screeched the blonde bimbo "Your worst nightmare." I replied with a smirk and walked away purposely bumping her shoulder. ∆∆∆∆∆ Eveline Rose Knight is a very heartless and fearless girl. who doesn't give a shit about anyone. But what happened when she think enough is enough cause it is time to face her past.

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

When you think of noodles and pasta, you will remember Italy, and food is a significant part of the Italian restaurant. Of course, London's best Italian restaurant will have a great wine list, a clean and elegant décor, and wonderful service. But a good Italian restaurant can get by on food alone