When In Rome Audiobook 소설 & 이야기

"Looks like a bomb." I felt a chill run down my spine. Rome was still outside, unaware of the potential danger. I quickly got out of the car, my eyes locked on Rome. "Rome, get back in the car," I said, my voice urgent. Rome's eyes met mine, and he quickly moved towards the vehicle.

So, I continue enjoying the view. I'm not sure if it's my imagination, but the breeze coming through the window carries the scent of Italian cuisine. I also hear distant laughter and lively conversations as Hans starts to drive slowly. Elegantly dressed people stroll the streets, bringing the nocturnal city to life with their energy. Although I was scared of what I would have to face here, the excitement of being in Rome, one of the most fascinating cities in the world, makes me feel extremely curious and positive. I remember hearing that Rome was like an open-air museum, and now I understand why. Every corner seems to hold a piece of history, a testimony to the grandeur and passage of time.

“Christ! Now I know I’m hearing things.” Julian laughed. “I know it’s hard to believe. If I wasn’t living it, I wouldn’t believe it myself.” He started giving his father highlights of the things he and Chasitty had done together in Rome.

"Romulus—" "The encounter with the Ozeths won't go well, Master Ashworth, if you truly want to hear what the oracles have to say." Romulus declared, his voice dropping into something more solemn, heavier than before. "It will result in an all-out war. The kind that will..." He paused mid-sentence, a tricky grin curling at the edge of his lips, something knowing and withheld behind his eyes. "Too far. What's the point going all the way there? That's as far as we go for now."

I muttered. “I don’t get it.” “What do you know about Rome?” “Uh, it wasn’t built in a day?” “Nice try,” I said. “It was founded by Romulus after he killed his twin brother, Remus.” “So?” “Apart from the association with Alpha Calvin’s establishment, which may give customers a false impression they’re connected somehow, it also implies ‘Remus’ is kinda the poor relation.” “You mean this guy’s trading on the Alpha’s success?” “Yep,” I said.

I said. "The audit is done," he agreed. "The framework is running." "The framework is running." "Roberto is here. Carmela has a brother. The sentencing is done. Marco is where he needs to be. Sofia is writing. Mia has her seat. Lucia is going to law school." I paused. "We went to Rome. We stood where Giovanna stood. We have her letter." "We do," he said. "That's most of it," I said. "That's most of it."

As we pulled away, I turned to the window and forgot him, for now. Rome. It was… alive. The city wrapped itself around me like an old story I never knew I was part of. Buildings leaned into each other like they were gossiping. Flowers spilled from balconies. Vespas darted between cars like they had no fear of death. It was a chaotic, beautiful mess, and I couldn’t stop staring. I caught myself smiling in the window's reflection. Then I glanced at Aaron. Still unbothered. Legs stretched out, watch glinting, face like he was sitting through a meeting instead of driving through art come to life.

Seeing that I didn't say anything Elijah got the fact that I didn't get what he was saying, then he starts explaining " Those are my favorite quotes about Rome - one is by Claire Tomalin, while the second one was said by Paolo Sorrentino.'' "Aaaah! I see," was all I said in response, then I asked him "It's a beautiful city … But … I still can't tell where we are going?" Though I asked him he did not answer me, instead, he chose to ignore me, which annoyed the hell out of me. Yet, the car stopped in front of a huge fountain. It was the most beautiful fountain I've ever seen in my entire life. Without moving my eyes away, I asked him "What's this??"

I walk out of the room with disgust knowing that there is nothing I can do about it now. Just as I am exiting the bedroom I hear the sounds of an engine. Walking over to Maximus I can't help but put my hand in his. At the moment I don't have a choice but to trust the big scary guy. Shit I don't even know his name. How am I supposed to go off to god knows where with a man that could easily crush me with a hug, and I don't even know what to call him. When he walks into the door I quickly release Maximus' hand already missing the heat that his touch brings.

“Somewhere that looks like people fall in love or commit crimes.” Lucas had assumed he meant Rome. Instead they had ended up in Sicily. And somehow— Lucas was currently being carried through a mansion by a stranger who looked like he had stepped out of a crime film. “What’s your name?” the man asked. Lucas hesitated for half a second. “Lucas.” “Lucas,” the man repeated slowly, like he was testing how the name felt in his mouth. Lucas tried not to think about that too much. “And yours?” he asked politely.