Italian Audiobook Novels & Stories

she angrily said in Italian. It turned me on hearing her speak in Italian. All I wanted to do was walk in there and kiss the shit out of her. “I assume he made you mad.” I hear Brigitta say as I still stand at the door. “Yes, he wants me to stay here until all those files are done. Can you believe it? The freaking Stronzo!” Brigitta started laughing but quickly stopped, “I am sorry but you keep talking in Italian and I have no idea what you are saying.”

Caller ID: unknown I swiped the screen and answered in a rather bored tone, not really caring who the fuck was on the other end. “What...” “Mr. Summers...” A thick italian accent greeted and I quickly recognized the owner. “Gio.” I replied in the same bored tone, inviting him to speak further. “Indeed, my friend.” “What is the reason behind this late call, if I may ask?” I then formally addressed, however, with a hint of annoyance laced in my tone.

I had chosen to delve into its pages, secretly preparing to surprise Guila with my newfound linguistic abilities. With my legs crossed in the study room, I delved deep into the captivating content of the chapter. Italian, a language so sweet and melodious, presented its own set of challenges on my learning journey. One hurdle that often tested my perseverance was mastering the intricate verb conjugations. The myriad patterns of Italian verbs, dictated by tense, mood, and subject pronouns, demanded thorough understanding and diligent memorization. Even for a seasoned language learner like myself, this aspect proved demanding.

"Now I'm flying to Italy to commit what's probably several felonies because a man put his hands on you. Control is the last thing I have." The confession hung between us, raw and honest. Before I could respond, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen, frowned, and answered with a curt, "Dimmi." Italian. Cade was speaking Italian. Rapid-fire, native-sounding Italian that flowed from his lips like he'd been born to it. The language transformed him, made him somehow more dangerous, more foreign, more everything. I stared, processing, while he conducted what sounded like a very serious conversation. His free hand gestured unconsciously the way Italians did, punctuating his words with movement.

"Hearing disabilities,Speech disorientation,Lives in Italy!" What?! This is the exact description of the girl she was looking for,and she's very sure that the girl is Alessia.

Italy. The pilot came over to Mr. Black and said something in Italian before turning to me. "Spero che ti diverta il tuo soggiorno qui signora." (Hope you enjoy your stay here madam.) He said with a smile. I smiled back having absolutely no clue about what he said. Just then, a black Audi pulled up before us. Guess that's our ride to his house. My guess was right since Mr. Black walked over to it. Everything about him was black. Black cars, black jet, black clothes, black phone/ laptop, black hair. Black everything. I bet his room is black too. And his heart cause he was way too merciless.

Aliyah also noticed how this man's English was laced with so much heavy Italian accent. "Let's just say I decided to try something new" Pearl started with a smile on his face. "And i presume this must be your gorgeous Mate" Lorenzo turned to look at Aliyah with that same smile had on which want to make Aliyah puke "Yes, this is Aliyah and Aliyah, this is Alberto Lorenzo, he works as the head of all newspapers here in Italy" Aliyah shook the hands of the man who seemed to not take his eyes off her, making her resolve within herself that he was certainly a creep.

A few seconds later, we’re able to make out some muffled voices. Dante clicks on the audio, skipping ahead. “Romeo said the important dialogue starts 4 minutes in,” Dante says. He releases the cursor and I hold my breath. A familiar voice emanates from the computer. “Is that —” “Shh.” I close my mouth and listen to the eerily familiar voice talking to a voice I don’t recognize. “So, do we have a deal? You bring us the Italian Brothers, and we cut you a 20% profit.”

He didn’t deserve a girlfriend who let her mind wander the moment a sexy stranger appeared. “You will not speak to me like that,” I warned, “or I’ll have my dad replace all of you with people who actually listen. Don’t test me.” The man in the front seat reached into his jacket for something, but the one beside me barked a short command in Italian. Whatever he said made the driver freeze, then slowly return his hand to the steering wheel. I rolled my eyes at the ridiculousness of it all. What was this? The Godfather reboot? “Just drive me to Boccini University already,” I huffed, leaning my head on the window.

Luciano stops infront of a small shop and I check it to see it is a small book shop. We get inside the shop and see a young man behind the counter. He looks at us surprised. “Benvenuto Signore. Oggi è un giorno così grande che sei arrivato qui.” The young man says with respect happily. (Welcome sir. Today is such a big day that you have arrived here.) Why is he so happy? Why is he not scared? “Grazie Simone. Siamo qui per comprare alcuni libri italiani di apprendimento.” Luciano says to him to which he bows and start searching for something in different shelves. (Thanks Simone. We are here to buy some Learning Italian books.)