Italian Audiobook Novels & Stories

He turns off the music and we drive in complete silence "Don't you want to connect?" he asked trying to break the silence "Sure" I shrug, connecting to the car. I started playing Hoe by Tedua ft. Sfera Ebbasta. The music starts playing and I start vibing "I guess I need to brush up on my Italian" he embarrassingly states "Why" I ask and he chuckles "I only understand half of what this song is saying" he awkwardly states "The school does offer Italian classes," I say and he nods

“Come. It’s late. Let’s get you to bed.” I clasped my hand with his. “Tell me, what you’re thinking? Are you bothered that I’m unstable like this?” “I told you, Audrey, right? This won’t change anything.” He brushed his thumb on my cheek. “And I already heard what I want to hear.” I blinked. “And what is that?” He murmured something in Italian in my ears. Il perdono è guadagnato. Forgiveness is earned. My mouth parted. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Ace was still thankful as the old man already paid for his education and Ace knew with his striving grades he would be able to grab scholarship in college. "Il tuo desiderio è il mio comando, mio amore." He whispered in his thick Italian voice, and Aurora was able to understand only one thing from what he said 'My love', she didn't realize how her cheeks burned with reddish hue after hearing his words. (Your wish is my command, my love)

"Gemma is waiting on the other side of the hallway, and Hiro, like a true gentleman, is escorting her and explaining the situation." I couldn't believe how quickly things were moving. I just closed my eyes and said, "Spero che tu vaghi la pena, Alessio Milano, o ti prendo a calci nel sedere." Italian phrase: "I hope you wander in sorrow, Alessio Milano, or I'll kick you in the butt.”

"Good luck, Eva. I'm sure you'll do great. If you need help, you know you can call me, and I'll come to Canada right away." We both burst into laughter. "Thanks, Piero. You're a great friend. Goodbye," I give him a hug. "I still have some things to sort out. Take care." *** Claudia's POV "My little Clau, you look gorgeous and tempting," Alessandro whispers in my ear with a husky voice, kissing my neck. "You say that because you love me," I smile, feeling delightful shivers run down my spine. "It's the truth. You're the most beautiful woman in all of Italy," he says, kissing my lips.

It's been five days since I arrived in Italy, and during this time, I've begun taking control of all my grandfather's businesses. Initially, the partners he worked with didn't seem convinced about me taking charge. However, I showed them that I'm just as capable as my grandfather to lead everything. Truth be told, I didn't care if they disagreed; I would simply take what rightfully belongs to me, as Bellini put it. I've also visited my grandfather, who remains critically ill since my arrival. On another note, Giulio has remained silent all this time, leaving me no choice but to get rid of him.

Forget look one and two, this look, she was naming three, was a deal closer. “Vicino. Il. Porta.” Close the door, he repeated pointedly in Italian, and she instantly came awake at his forceful tone. Quickly she back stepped and shut the door before approaching the desk again. “What’s going on?” she asked no one in particular. But since DeLuca had his eyes fixed on her, she was hoping he would answer. “An audit,” Enzo responded instead. She turned to him with raised brows and repeated, “An audit?”

And yes, he was still handsome as fuck. "Perché l'hai fatto," His calm voice asked. His Italian accent left his lips so smooth and then I realized he was an Italian. Zavi was Italian. (Why did you do it?.) "I thought I was going to have more fun, Uccidilo."(Kill him.) I gasped and quickly shut my mouth. It was too late because Zavi heard me gasp and looked at me. I shrank and stepped back. "Wait," He ordered and all of his men stopped to look at him, confusion written all over their faces.

Close enough to see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes. “Aleta Ricci.” His voice is deeper than I remember, and his Italian accent wraps around my name like a caress. “What an unexpected pleasure.”

“Actually….I didn't… well I haven't.” “You haven't what?” The title I couldn't read it, it wasn't very clear,” I said hoping I was right, it was an old book after all and there was no title on the thick back so maybe it had faded. “Really? Let me see,” he said, stretching his hand towards me. I handed him the book and he opened it to the front page. “Ooh! La Divina Commedia, it's an Italian classic…how couldn't you read this? It's very clear,” he asked, his eyebrows furrowed.