Italian Audiobook Novels & Stories

Being interrupted again from my mind judging with my thought, a commanding voice came from behind me. "GET THE HELL OUT," he yelled with his Italian accent filling the room's four corners. Immediately his voice sent fright to my body. Viola and her mamma were just shocked with their mouth mumbling something. "Signore Caruso, I hope you can---" "I don't like repeating myself." he spat with a hostile man violent voice, making Mrs.Moretti halt her sentence. "O...Okay, Signore," she replied quickly with a stumbling voice. He was looking straight to the creme wall as if he could see us there. We all walked out of the room.

Nathan took his phone from the back pocket of his pants and started to dial someone’s number. “Cosa stai facendo? (What are you doing?)” The woman asked him but Nathan said nothing and just looked at her. “ Nathan, sono venuto qui per dirti una cosa. Non costringermi ad andarmene! (Nathan, I came here to tell you something. Don’t force me to leave!)” Her tears fell from her beautiful blue eyes down her pretty face. She was a rare beauty and Audrey would admit that she could barely see any woman in Italy with both blue eyes and naturally blonde hair and whenever she met one, she was never not fascinated.

My throat went dry with the kind of thirst water refuses to cure. Back in the car, doors shut, engine idling quiet, we fed the cassette to the old machine. It whirred like a small animal trying to stand too tall. Hiss bloomed. Then a voice, male, aged by cigarettes and guilt. “Padre Luca,” the voice said in Italian salted with Palermo. “Confession is a small door. I need a wide one. Forgive me for not coming to your box. This is me coming to you sideways.”

Dante, perched in the passenger seat, throws his head back and laughs, a warm, melodious sound that’s quickly becoming familiar. “Bellissima, it’s an Audi. It’s built for… la gioia di guidare! The joy of driving! You’re gonna be perfetta.” My foot slips on the accelerator. The car lurches forward with a surprising burst of power, then sputters and dies. Again. Dante’s laughter bubbles up again, and despite my embarrassment, a giggle escapes my own lips. My cheeks feel hot, a bloom of frustration and something akin to exhilaration.

19-04-2024. Hi guys, I'm now taking the time to edit the book properly now that I have the right tools to do so. Here are a few Italian words Luca uses throughout story I have translated into English. I will continue to update the list as I go through the book. Thanks! Si = Yes. Salve = Hi. Cara mia = My beloved. Caro mia = My darling. Tesoro = Treasure. Merda= Shit/ Crap.

Bring it on, Italy. END OF BOOK ONE

Anne asks, suddenly quite concerned that she’s made an error. Oh, that’s right. This book is one that Nonna Francesca picked up for her. Alessandro nods. “I do speak Italian.” “Do you read Italian?” He laughs. “I read it too.” XXX

she rolled her eyes and Amelia giggled, "But you're a doctor, you'd know where to shoot without killing." "Yes, my dear. Don't worry." Aurora sighed in relief, then took another glance at the men in the back seats. "You're Italian as well, hm?" Aurora asked and the youngest, Matteo, nodded. "What a trio, though, huh?" Aurora smirked at Amelia. "Aren't they just the meal?" she shook her head chuckling lowly, a predictor calling on their prey. "Aurora! Behave!" "Fine, fine. It's not the time, I know." Aurora rolled her eyes. "I have time, tesoro. We can play whenever you want." Andrea spoke up, making Aurora's eyes brighten in delight, but her sharp features promised hell to everyone in this c

he says without looking up from his computer. I wonder if she like Eva wanted to stamp the name in history, my index finger tracing over her words, and her name at the bottom, I would have liked to have met her, damn, I’m sure after reading this I would want to meet all these past Salvatore women. Since he’s busy I decided not to ask him to translate what she wrote, I’ll just have to make do with G****e translation or brush up on my Italian. “I suppose if I try to pronounce the words out loud I might get able to understand them” I muse lightly, flipping backward to the start of the book.

I threw my head back against the pillow as I moved my fingers faster. Never in a million years would I have imagined I'd be touching myself to the sound of his voice and feeling extremely turned on at his words. With how carried away I was in the intense pleasure, it was even a miracle I was still holding my phone to my ear. “Cristo. Non fermarti. Ti piace, vero? Toccarti al suono della mia voce, sapendo che la tua fica è tutta mia,” he said in Italian. I could barely pick up what he said as I was too entranced by the feeling that took over.