Italian Audiobook Novels & Stories

You're a crazy woman) Alex picked up a book from the backseat and began to read. I bent down to take a look at the book he was reading and behold it was a book of Italian languages and translation. "How do you say mother in Italian?' I asked, curiously. "𝑀𝑎𝑑𝑟𝑒." He mumbled without looking up at me. "Hmm." I grinned. "Easy. That means father would be Fadre." I chuckled.

I had read ten chapters and the book had fifty chapters, it was obvious I wasn't going to finish today so I closed the book to give myself a break. I placed the book down and then looked outside the window where I could see the red Ferrari 458 Italia that contrasted from the vintage looking stores. I turned my head to Salvatore who I saw was still reading and this time had on a pair of reading glasses. I fought a smile but it broke through, he looked so damn old and adorable.

“She asks, I answer. Balance in the universe.” India turns back. “Why Italian all the time? You know I barely understand half of what you say.” Fabiano clutches his heart in mock horror. “Half? Maledizione! That’s my fault. Roman didn’t teach you?” Her brows rise. “He barely teaches me how to survive him.” Fabiano waggles his eyebrows. “Ah, but surely he’s taught you some Italian. Maybe… in bed?” “Fabiano!” I bark, heat climbing my neck.

It was strange. Finally, I decided not to stroll again. I'd drive. Then, if the person still followed me, I would allow my curiosity to take over. Driving meant taking a longer route, but it felt safer. Immediately after I settled into my favourite spot in the library, someone sat in the chair beside me. I looked up to see a young man who looked purely Italian. He smiled at me. I returned the smile and went back to my book. He moved closer. "Ciao. Sono Luca. Sei nuovo qui. Non ti avevo mai visto prima," he said in a low tone. [Hi. I'm Luca. You're new around here. I've not seen you before.]

I lay on his chest as we talked . The only light in the room was the tv that was facing our bed . "Teach me some Italian" I chirped , playing with his hand that rested on my waist , pulling me closer to him . "Mm okay" he lay on his other arm . "Cagna is a female dog" . His accent changed when he spoke Italian , it got deeper . "Cagna" I repeated , getting a nod off of Ace . "Sole is the sun" . The words just rolled off tongue like it was effortless. "Sole" i grinned , knowing I pronounced it wrong . "Sad is triste" he rolled his R . I attempted to copy him but he chuckled at me when I failed .

I didn't even need him to complete the sentence for me to sit my pretty butt down. “Entrambi dovrete essere puniti. Prima di mezzogiorno riferiscimi quale dovrebbe essere la tua punizione.” he continued. Audrey bounced from one heel to another then raised her head. (You both will have to be punished. Before noon tell me what your punishment should be.) "Ho deciso la mia punizione," she said. Her Italian accent was perfect. It made her sound even sexier and for a moment I felt a twinge if envy but I quickly slammed it down. (I've decided on my punishment)

She didn’t know what was worse, crying over it thanks to the pregnancy hormones that were driving her insane, or having the Italian look at her like a crying little girl. “So what? What are we waiting to go? Look I’ve already cancelled my meeting for you. The least you can do is let me give you a ride.” “Don’t mess with my head sir,” Melody couldn’t remember what the hell the driver/assistant had called him when he arrived. A name like díaneto or ganetto. The little bell on the door rang and Doyle walked in through it. “Melody, what the hell is...?” Doyle let the question hang in the air as his gaze fell on the Italian, Melody watched as his expression changed from confusion and concern to p

He answered it, his voice shifting, becoming curt, commanding. “Sì?” he said, his voice sharp, clipped, speaking in Italian while the words felt so foreign and in a more terrifying way, a language of power, of command. His brows furrowed which made him listened for a moment, his grip tightening on my arm even further. “Tutto in ordine. È una puttana testarda, ma l’ho presa.” (All in order. She's a stubborn whore, but I have her.) He paused, listening again.

In his line of work, he’d learned quickly that delayed gratification only made collecting his prize that much sweeter. Still, he ducked his head, and with his eyes fixed intently on her luscious mouth, he nudged the tip of her nose with his. “What homework? The only thing you need to know is to let yourself get lost in Italy with a beautiful woman.” He let his voice fall, low and husky, enjoying the noticeable shiver of delight it sent over her. “And to eat your fill of gelato. I’ve already done the first part. We’re in the motherland of gelato, darlin’. Let’s get on with the second.”

“Give him the phone.” Davis obeyed. “Salve, mio amico,” Alessandro’s thick Italian voice filled my ear. I could imagine him standing close to my floor-to-ceiling window, his favorite spot in my office. We conversed smoothly in Italian, a language I had learned at ten. Eventually, I got him to wait a little longer for the documents. I ended the call and got busy. Within minutes I forwarded the file to Davis. Alessandro, a tough nut to crack, was settled.