italian historical fiction

After dying from staying up too late, Su Yijia found herself transmigrated into a historical novel as a minor female character. Giving money and treasures to the female lead? Daydreaming! All the good stuff belongs to her! Forget about golden fingers; she has natural talent as the daughter of a wealthy family. Tricked her into marrying a disabled tycoon? No problem, he can still be of use after a little fixing. As for conspiracies and schemes.... Watch how she tramples her enemies, punishes the scum, and beats down all those with evil intentions. The yield-boosting liquid she invented help crops to surge fivefold? Her ointments are being snatched up globally? Want to buy something? Take it slow! The treasures she has are beyond your imagination. Becoming rich is nothing. She wants to stand proudly with her beloved homeland, dominating the world together! What? To use the golden finger requires her to kiss and hug her husband? Come on sweetheart, today is also a day for us to cuddle sweetly. Qin Kaize: Online plea for help! With a wife sweet and charming alike, he can't stand one more moment of being confined to a bed. What can he do? "Passionate and Sweet Little Spouse vs. Cold and Mysterious Disabled Tycoon"

"You haven't touched your food." Luciano's raw naked eyes addressed her unabashedly. "I will." His words rang as a vow. Valentina is in Italy to help her best friend contact her father, despite being warned by the woman who raised her to never step foot into that country. Barely twenty-four hours in the country, she manages to kiss a strange man, confront a rude woman, and get locked up after being kidnapped. Her kidnapper turns out to be the feared mafia lord, Luciano De Luca. The moment Valentina takes off her mask and he sees her face, he realizes his life just got really interesting. Luciano thinks Valentina is an emissary sent to murder the retired comondante Genelare. Valentina thinks he's ridiculous for thinking she wouldn't find a more clever way to kill a man if she really wanted to. He's proud, arrogant and dangerous. The only things sharper than her mouth are her heels and will. Their worlds collide in the most explosive of ways when passion and desire stirs up. And just as they start to act on it, truths and secrets begin to unravel. She's the daughter of his father's nemesis. He's the son of her father's killer. The man she has vowed to take vengeance on. However, there's just a little problem: she's supposed to be his karma, but one stolen kiss at a time, he starts to become her nirvana.

Do you ever wonder what your life will be like when you cross paths with your arch nemesis? Yes? Well buckle up, it’s a wild ride. Katarina Montenegro is what everyone would simply call spoiled. She was raised with a silver spoon in her mouth and a custom Tiffany’s diamond tiara on her head. She was referred to as The Spanish Princess by everyone who knew of her existence, and she revelled in the nickname. She was young, cunning, and powerful. There was nothing Katarina wanted that she didn’t have. On the other hand, Marco DiBiancci was known by everyone as The Emperor Lynx, due to his ability to see through deception as easily as he could breathe. Unlike Katarina, who lived a mainly pampered life, Marco was raised by a strict father who wanted him to be in the front lines of the job since he was fourteen years old. He had spent his years getting his hands dirty and washing them again. He was young, strong, and powerful. There was nothing Marco wanted that he didn’t take for himself. The common ground? They were both set to inherit their father’s thrones as King and Queen of their respective organised crime kingdoms. The problem? Marco wanted Katarina, or more importantly, he wanted what she was set to lay claim on. Even though the two had never met, Marco was determined to get his hands on her by all means necessary, and that’s how we’re here. This is how I, Katarina Montenegro, was kidnapped by the Italian mafia. [WARNING: highly foul language and mature themes]

[Received the history -"The Beginning of the Path"] It`s unknown how, but Stroph finds himself in the middle of a billion stars and his sleep comes true. "The Empire of the Flaming Heart" has been surrounded by the countless hordes of monsters for thousands of years and is constantly at war. The rivers of blood flow unceasingly on the battlefield, the furious hail of bullets never ceases and the swords stained with blood cannot be counted. Stroph has been living a completely unremarkable life with his family and friends. But one day, the most ordinary trip to the store ends with him getting a system that records the histories Stroph has committed. In the pursuit of histories, Stroph will have to go to the places where human life is worthless, you might get killed just for fun and a terrifying monster, who is capable to demolish cities with a simple wave of his paw, might be waiting for you around the corner. But Stroph is definitely not one to let himself die without turning the world inside out.

"You, my dear, are just a tissue with my brand name on it. Only I can use you and throw as I want." He whispered harshly holding my neck tightly and biting my cheek with so much desire, like an animal he is. "P-ple-ase leav-e m-me. ple-" I cried and begged him to leave me but that only heightened his desire for me and crashed his lips on mine in to a rough kiss. Sienna Thomas is a 20 year old sweet and intelligent girl who is thriving for a change of life keeping a big secret from the world. But to outside world she is known as sienna Miller. Her life is a book of problems until she meets Leonardo Bianchi, the root cause for her problems unknowingly. Leonardo Bianchi is Multi-billionaire who is rude, snobby and arrogant. Life is the cost to pay if something or someone goes against him. But that's until a petite young girl flips his life upside down with her innocence. Why is Leonardo blamed for Sienna's problems? Does she know that he is the root cause for her pitiful life? Publisher：i&i Publisher

"You, my dear, are just a tissue with my brand name on it. Only I can use you and throw as I want." He whispered harshly holding my neck tightly and biting my cheek with so much desire, like an animal he was "P-ple-ase leav-e m-me. ple-" I cried and begged him to leave me but that only heightened his desire for me and crashed his lips on mine into a rough kiss. Sienna Thomas is a 20-year-old sweet and intelligent girl who is thriving for a change of life keeping a big secret from the world. But in the outside world, she is known as Sienna Miller. Her life is a book of problems until she meets Leonardo Bianchi, the root cause of her problems unknowingly. Leonardo Bianchi is a billionaire who is rude, snobby, and arrogant. Life is the cost to pay if something or someone goes against him. But that's until a petite young girl flips his life upside down with her innocence. Why is Leonardo blamed for Sienna's problems? Does she know that he is the root cause of her pitiful life?"

Liam Richard, a foul-mouthed online troll, dies and wakes up in a brutal medieval world with only one advantage. a system that lets him summon historical legends. From Vlad the Impaler to Genghis Khan, Musashi, Rasputin, and more, Liam must command heroes and monsters alike while rising from a nobody villager to a feared lord. In a world filled with a single human and monsyer capable of slaughter kingdom’s cities how would he survive. A/N. more votes = more chapter, 10 power stone = 1 chapter

I abandoned my car and crossed the road in a jiff. I hurriedly stepped into the cinema, worried that I might miss her. She could be in any of the rooms watching a movie, and if she were, I would have to wait for two hours for her to come out of there. My eyes skimmed the whole floor and finally rested on her back. She was facing the board, nibbling on her index finger, pondering whether she should or shouldn’t watch a movie. Which movie? I couldn’t care less. As long as I get to talk to her and get to know her, it’ll be enough for me. “Should I or shouldn’t I?” she mused. “Whatever it is, I think you should,” I answered from right behind her. Then she slowly turned around to face me. Her long and wavy brunette locks swayed as she pivoted. For that moment, my breath caught in my throat as my blue eyes locked with her hazel ones; sparks erupted in me. “You think I should?” she asked, looking straight into my eyes. “Wholeheartedly,” I replied softly. “Which would you prefer?” she continued. “Whichever your heart desires,” I bantered, eyes glinting. “Hmm… Have you watched The Martian before?” she spoke again in her husky tone. “Nope,” I smirked. “Do you want a gist of it? I won’t tell if you hate spoilers,” she smiled. For a moment, I was rooted to the spot by her carefree and beguiling smile. Man, I am hooked. Totally and unconditionally hooked.

It’s no secret Tav and Luca are going out. After the accident, it’s also no secret that new kid Jack Collins has a raging case of homophobia, and is not best pleased about having given the kiss of life to a gay guy. Either Luca quits swimming, or Jack is going to make him.<br><br>Tav favours the tried-and-true method of knocking Jack’s teeth down his neck, only he can’t really afford another school suspension. Luca favours just ignoring him, only ignoring a penknife being held to your throat at New Year’s Eve is downright stupid.<br><br>Thing is, Luca suspects Jack is a victim of something himself. And time is running out for Luca to get through to Jack, before Jack gets rid of him.

“I said,  go" I warn her. She scoffed and cursed in Russian under her breath. But made her way to the door. "It was nice meeting you" she addressed Maya who I think passed out. I walked to the pole and started untying her hands. I did it slowly so I wouldn't hurt her already bleeding fingers. She is going to be in a lot of pain tomorrow. I caught her before she fell and her face contracted in pain. My suit had blood on it as well, not that I cared. I carried her against my chest looking at her face. Her hair was a different kind of red. God I fucked up big time, she will definitely kill me. I walked with her in my arms out of the basement. "Oh god" I hear, I walked in to the living room. It was filled with Aria and some of her friends, also Enzo and Alessio, who was shaking his head at me when he saw Maya. "Who is she" I hear the girls whispering "Call the doctor" I tell them carrying her upstairs to my room. I sat at the corner of my room with a drink in my hand. With a clean fresh suit. I stared at her unmoving body on my bed, she looks so small on it. The doctor came and checked her body, she had bruised all over her body, a small concussion and her ribs were bruised. Veronica might have went over board this time. He cleaned her cuts and left a ton of medicine she has to take for the pain. He also attached a drip to her cause she was dehydrated. I cleaned her with wet towels and changed her filthy clothes. I was so thankful she didn't wake up, I didn't know how she would react to me seeing her naked. I noticed small cuts and scars on her upper thigh. She also had old ligature marks on her wrists. Something happened to her and I was going to find out what. I put her in one of my shirt and let her sleep. I had to chance into a new suit, my other one was covered in her blood. And I was meant to be at a party very soon. I had to make sure every gun and anything that can be used as a weapon was taking out of my room, I don't want her hurting anyone or me. And I know when she wakes up, she is going to want to kill me. I don't know what to do with her now and I couldn't let her go, she's seen too much. CIA agent Maya Reed is undercover in a mission In Italy, for the past 3 months. When her partner gets killed and all hell breaks loose. She gets kidnapped by the most power Mafia boss in Italy. She tries to escape still having faith that the Americans are looking for her. Not knowing they think she died. Lorenzo … Cold. Ruthless. Killer. I am respected and feared by all. I wasn’t put on this earth to love or be loved. I was put to be a killer, to be feared. When I find a strange girl in my club , killing two of my best costumers. I don’t let her live out of compassion. She’s a trinket, my plaything.