Italian Audiobook Novels & Stories

We’d start with his manners and end with his compassion. “Prego,” Alessandro answered him. I pulled my phone out and instantly downloaded a translation app. There was no chance in hell I would ever not understand what my son was saying. “Get me one too,” Ella muttered under her breath, her eyes on my phone. I nodded, and once I purchased for both of us, I started the d******d process. I would learn perfect Italian, if it was the last thing that I did.

◆ MILES ◆ Florence, Italy "Quando penso che meno incompetente di così non si può essere..." Thump. Thud. "Leo, w-we tried everything!" said a panicking British man's voice. "Gave them two times their cut!" "Imbeciles!" Bump. Whack. Glass shattering. "I wouldn't— W-Why would I—" "D'ora in poi, figlio di puttana!" "Stop! No— Leo!"

He introduced himself as Professor Rossi, a tutor specializing in European history and languages. Professor Rossi, a scholar with a kind, if somewhat nervous, demeanor, began her lessons in Italian. Amara, with her innate linguistic aptitude from her art history studies, picked it up quickly. He taught her the nuances of Tuscan Italian, the rapid-fire cadence of Neapolitan dialect, and even the archaic intricacies of old Sicilian. He spoke of Italian history, not just of its grand empires, but of its fractured states, its hidden societies, its long tradition of secret power. Amara listened, absorbed, realizing that every lesson was subtly interwoven with the very fabric of the Moretti empire

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.

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.

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

he said simply, in the tone of a man who had been paying attention to which books I pulled from the shelves for months and found nothing unusual about having catalogued it. "All right," I said. "Read to me." He opened the book and began. His voice in the dark was different from his ordinary voice, lower and more unhurried, the specific quality of a voice that had found something it was comfortable doing and was doing it without managing how it sounded. The Italian came easily and he translated the passages I wouldn't follow without being asked, moving between languages with the natural ease of someone who had grown up in both and had never needed to think about the transition.

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