Novel & Cerita Italian Audiobook

“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.

Weird how I was just thinking about him and then he showed up. "Oh mia cara sorella! Mi sei mancata, il tuo ultimo messaggio però è stato abbastanza scortese!” He started speaking Italian and my knowledge of the language was just down to 'ciao'. ["Oh my dear sister! I missed you, but your last message was quite rude."] ["Luciano, stai zitto e vai a casa. Non me ne frega un cazzo"] ["Luciano, shut up and go home. I really do not give a shit ."]

--- Chapter 8 ~Elena’s POV~ I walked behind him, my steps soft against the polished floor, while his voice echoed harshly in Italian through the phone. I couldn’t understand a single word, but his tone was sharp, commanding, laced with irritation that made me shiver. It felt like the air itself tightened with every syllable, as though even the walls dared not defy him.

I rest my ear on the wall to hear what they are saying. Their voices aren’t really audible especially Papa’s. That man is very good at talking, he talks so quietly that even the walls won’t be able to hear him. I take a step closer and silently groan. Now that I can hear them I don’t know what they are saying. They are speaking in the Italian language. Screw this!

There was a playful challenge in his voice, as if daring me to contradict him. I rolled my eyes and reached for the book lying on the nightstand. “Basic rights my foot” I murmured , grabbing the book with a huff. I glanced at the title, How to Learn Italian in 30 Days, and flipped it open. The words blurred a little under my gaze, but I was determined to focus on the language and not on Aiden’s incessant teasing.

Suddenly his phone starts ringing and an annoyed look is plastered on his face. “Sono occupato.” He speaks, obviously irritated at the person on the line. Aurora was right, I did have a type. Italian men who could speak their native tongue. I find that kind of attractive even though I'm not attracted to him in a romantic way. I should probably start learning it as soon as possible. (Italian Translation: I'm busy) “Gia, ma lei e quiet.” He continues. (Italian Translation: Already, but she's here) He sighs and cuts the call. “One moment, Arabella.” He excuses himself to go open the door.

“Yes to all your questions. I miss you babe.” “Yeah?” His voice dropped to a dangerously low octave that turned me on in one second. “Yes,” I forced out, placing my phone beside me as my hands strayed around my body, igniting the fire of intense arousal within me. “How much?” Alessandro husked. “How much do you miss me, vita mia?” God, something about the way he spoke Italian always scratched my brain in an erotic manner. His deep voice combined with his soulful pronunciation of those two words was such a deadly combination.

I say as my hands tighten around the wheel. "He has no clue what he's marrying," she says while shaking her head. "Yea he probably thinks I'm just some ragazza stupida che vuole i suoi soldi," I say in Italian (dumb girl wanting his money) We park in the club parking lot and hop out of the car and make our way into the club. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Chapter 1 complete I think it was pretty good I'm excited to see how the story yes I know I'm the writer but I write as I go

My hands shivered imagining Luciano putting that weapon on me, but pushed that thought on the edge of my mind. “Qual è il tuo ultimo desiderio? (What’s your last wish?),” the hundredth time I wished to understand Italian through a miracle, but got none as Luciano roared at bullet train’s speed. He didn’t look less than an insane wolf, but unfortunately, that was a turn on for me, or perhaps, I was left unsatisfied in the midst of a night. What the fuck, Jennifer

With Nathan peacefully asleep in her arms, Ava approached the entrance, unlocking the door with a sense of triumph. "I can't believe I actually did it," she whispered joyfully. But her jubilation quickly turned to shock as a deep, masculine voice greeted her. Her body froze, her heart pounding in her chest. "È un po' che sto aspettando, amore mio, ci hai messo tanto tempo!". The deep Italian voice exclaimed. (I have been waiting for quite a while now my love, took you long enough).”