Italian Audiobook Novels & Stories

He is not gonna give me that attitude tonight. I am lost in my thoughts that I don't hear him enter the car till it moves. “Good evening Sigñor Dimitri. I trust you had a very good flight." The driver says with a smile on his face that I can see through the rear mirror and a voiced laced with deep Italian accent. The accent sound so good. I can already taste the pasta laced with enough garlic from hearing his accent. I just know I will enjoy the trip. Or maybe I am just so hungry.

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

"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

"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."

he smiled brightly “…Okay,” she said. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * “How is it?” Audrey asked and gauged the brothers’ reaction. The three of them were seated at Audrey’s dining room. In front of them was each a plate full of Audrey’s homemade spaghetti Aglio olio e pepperoncino. “It’s really good,” Killian said after he had a mouthful.

I left without another word, as the doors closed behind us, Fabrizio called out, “Replace the guards you killed. I'd love to use some of your skilled men." Eleven hours. Is that how long it takes to create chaos that would cross continents? We had been on a flight of eleven hours, the least I expected from Italy was a new about me dating a girl I don't even know. A lowlife. They're pairing my name with hers, a girl I've never seen. “Book the earliest flight to Italy. Find her and bring to me,” Andrei nodded and before we could take a step, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen and stretched the phone towards me, " Il Padrino.”