When In Rome Audiobook Novels & Stories

Still, the idea of the Rome lady touching her made her nervous. “Oh, okay. That would be great.” Cali flashed her brightest smile. “I feel fine, but I guess a girl can never be too sure where zombies are concerned. I sure wouldn’t want to be infected by those things.” Rome stepped forward, her face still a blank mask, and reached out with both hands. “Don’t worry. You won’t feel a thing.” They were the first words she had spoken. Cali was surprised at how soft and feminine Rome’s voice was, given the severity of her appearance.

He understands everything. Anton Pavlovich himself was in a hurry to meet a friend, so he drove the car all the next day, but still made a short stop in Rome. In this world, the city was both similar and not like its counterpart. The old city, covered with a millennium of history, was still smaller than Alina remembered in her world. But they happily dined in a cozy restaurant at the hotel and continued their journey.

Report: Quinn The bustling city of Rome. Italy. The Via Claudia. Temperature: 25° Celsius (77°F) Rome. City of marble and ruins. Rome's ancient history, once the life of so many a historian, was that of dominance, failure and reinvention. Just like the city of old, the Roman capital had fallen to civil war shortly before the Third World War. Rebellion ravaged Italy's capital, with it's citizens taking a stand against their complacent government. Although Italy's political superiors refused to partake in the World War, they knew they would not be safe for long.

I slid it across the desk. My assistant picked it up, read the cover page, and her eyebrows went up. But she didn't say anything. She just nodded and left. I sat there for maybe thirty seconds. Then I stood up, took my umbrella from the stand by the door, and went downstairs. --- **ROMAN** He was barely conscious when he heard it. Heels on wet concrete. Slow, steady, unhurried. The sound cut through the rain and the thunder and the fog in his head like a knife through gauze.

“Why were you there?” He could hear the syllables ricochet off lacquered pillars. A courtier shifted; a whisper slid through the room like a knife. Zane’s mouth went dry. “I heard—” He swallowed. “I heard someone screaming. I went after them. It was dark in the corridor. I didn’t see a face.” The crown prince’s voice, low and cold, cut in. “You chased a shadow and now claim you couldn’t see its face?” The prince’s lips curved like a file. Everyone noticed the smirk; it was a smirk with teeth.

Don Russo wasn’t as foolish as I thought he was. I wasn’t in Sicily. I was in Rome. At least that was what the numerous signs I passed said. A loud grumble filled my ears, and it did not take long for me to realize that it was from my stomach. I was so hungry. It felt like I had lost sensation in my legs because before I knew it, my ass was meeting the wet pavement, my back made contact with the wall behind me, and I stared at the road ahead. I had only one good eye, and even with the rain washing away the blood on my body, my vision was still tinted with red.

Roman considered: Ro, Re, Ra . The pain came so pure and sudden that Roman was instantly staggered. Flashes of lightning shot through his head, cutting his mind like bright knives. Startled he groaned and suddenly he felt sick, but the pain he felt was not his own. What he received was another person's final inner outcry. It was horrible. With a dry throat, Roman dragged himself to the little bench opposite the door and dropped onto it. He sat there with his hands pressed onto the metal browband on his forehead, listening, trembling, to the horribly distorted voice that echoed in his head. She sounded infinitely desperate, exhausted and discouraged, worse than he could have felt himself in t

ADAMS POV I sat in the back of the armored van, legs spread wide, elbows on my knees, head bowed over the map of Rome spread across my thighs. The streetlights flickered over the cracked leather seats, casting shifting shadows that reminded me of muzzle flashes. I could still smell blood on my shirt. Even though I’d changed, it felt like it had soaked into my skin. I exhaled through my nose, forcing myself to focus. Richard was here in Rome. Raphael had confirmed it.

“You know there’s more than obedience here.” Roman’s eyes flickered, not with surprise but with an interest that rewired Luna’s fear into something like strategy. “I hear things,” he admitted. “Whispers. Dreams. The squeak of a mouse inside the wall. But hearing and understanding are different.” He lifted one shoulder, the dismissive gesture of a man who believed himself above the petty human drama around him. “At dawn, we will see who is brave enough to be clever and who is foolish enough to hide behind silence.”

Delicia said with a sweet smile directed at me. "Unlike you, I am picky with what I eat. However, there's a saying: when in Rome, act like the Romans. If you understand, you'll know it's rude to be too forward," I retorted. "Last I checked, this isn't the Roman Empire, dog. We are on Greek land," Delicia gasped, slapping a hand over her mouth before narrowing her eyes at me. "I guess you are too dumb to understand that." I heard Raphael sigh, and I sensed his frustration, although his feelings were challenging to discern from his voice alone.