Italian Audiobook Novels & Stories

the man behind the wheel asks with his thick Italian accent. “ La Rosa Nera,” William replies, pronouncing the Italian words beautifully. I turned to him, surprised he knew Italian but he was busy typing on his laptop. I wanted to ask where we were headed but I didn’t want to get yelled at, that would be embarrassing as hell with the company we had. I pursed my lips bringing out my phone instead to text both Shayna and Mathew to let them know we already landed in Rome.

He seemed to have noticed the effect he had on me as he smiled triumphantly, before saying in the most deep, authentic and seducing voice ever, “Hi beautiful.” I didn't reply immediately as I was still searching for words in my heart to say. “Hi…handsome” I managed to say finally. “You don't look and sound American” he said, flashing me the brightest smile ever with a set of shining white teeth…accented by a subtle diamond-studded grill on his canines. “I'm an Italian,” I replied. “Wow. Questo spiega perché sei così bella e sexy—Wow. That explains why you're so beautiful and sexy” he said in Italian.

‘This book is about the Italian Mafia, which is based mainly on the Italian mainland and Sicily. As such, when the main characters talk to each other sometimes it is in Italian, if you do not understand Italian I have translated the words into English in the brackets. The Italian speech is to make the storyline more authentic and I believe it enhances it. It will not distract from your enjoyment of the plot or the characters. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you

The girls are pulling me but I can’t leave Enzo with Avery not like this. ““Nessuno tocca ciò che è mio e vive per raccontare la storia,” [ No one touches what's mine and lives to tell the take] Avery speaks in Italian his accent just as thick as Enzo’s “Avery, please don’t,” His shoulders tensed he glances over his shoulder and a smirk turns the corner of his lips. Avery pulls the trigger and my eyes widen in horror as Enzo's body hits the ground with his blood and chunks of his flesh stuck to the wall.

"Okay I'll get the book but what does it look like? I can't find a book I have no idea what it looks like." "It's a round book called II libro d'goeteia" "II libro d'goeteia?" "Yes" "Leave it to me, I'll start searching and get you the book as soon as possible" "I knew I could count on you" Lucia was all smiles "You like him, don't you?" "What are you saying?" "Never mind" Audrey shook her head with smiling ripping the corners of her mouth off. "Lucia is a goner, she won't admit it." She told herself

* * * * * * * * * As the plane touched down on the sun-kissed runway, Luciana felt a mix of emotions; anxiety, fear, and a hint of curiosity. She had never been to Italy before, and the thought of being trapped in a foreign country with the Morano family was daunting. Antonio stood up, his eyes focusing on Luciana as he gestured for her to follow him. Viktor fell into step beside her, his hand resting on the small of her back, guiding her towards the exit. As they stepped off the jet, Luciana was immediately struck by the warm Italian sun on her skin. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the distant hum of vespa engines.

"Nothing." "Really? Penso di no [I do not think so]," said Keith with an expression full of doubt when he heard the answer just now. The man's Italian dialect when he spoke to her in Italian, she had to admit, sounded much sexier to her ears than when he spoke to her in English. Put aside the question of her Italian language skills which was only equivalent to A2 or what was called by the CEFR (Common European Framework of Reference for Languages; an international qualification to describe how far the language skills of non-native foreign language speakers; usually used for European languages) as an upper beginner level, and the bitter fact that she was the same completely unable to understa

As I made my way down the stairs, I heard a loud bang from one of the rooms, my ears perked up at the sound about to turn but I restrained myself, "Addison, you came down for food, nothing else but food." I continued my way to the kitchen but my legs found their way to the direction of the sound. I walked slowly and cautiously. I peeked gently, seeing Jake completely furiously, his hand bleeding like he had smashed it somewhere. "Ich kann mir vorstellen, dass Sie die Italiener wieder in unsere Pläne einmischen ließen." (I can believe you let the Italian intersect in our plans again.) That was definitely German but who was he speaking to, I moved closer trying to hear more when I banged my he

He was absorbed in the way he was absorbed when something genuinely interested him — fully present in the text, the professional composure entirely down, the face open and interested and simply itself. She signed when he looked up: "What are you reading?" He turned the book to show her the cover. A history of Florentine architectural preservation, Italian text, which he was reading in Italian with the particular concentrated effort of someone for whom the language was rusty but not lost. She signed: "You're reading it in Italian." He signed: "I'm reading it in Italian very slowly." She signed: "How slowly?" He signed: "I have read forty-seven pages in three weeks."

A few seconds later, we’re able to make out some muffled voices. Dante clicks on the audio, skipping ahead. “Romeo said the important dialogue starts 4 minutes in,” Dante says. He releases the cursor and I hold my breath. A familiar voice emanates from the computer. “Is that —” “Shh.” I close my mouth and listen to the eerily familiar voice talking to a voice I don’t recognize. “So, do we have a deal? You bring us the Italian Brothers, and we cut you a 20% profit.”