100 Years Of Solitude Audiobook Novels & Stories

Then we both walked towards our own cars. At home, I took a shower and made something to eat. It wasn’t anything special or grand, just chicken bouillon soup and toast. When it was made, I took my soup and my toast to sit on my couch in the parlor. While eating, I was scrolling through the apps on my phone and decided to read a romance novel. I love reading how the characters fall in love. And since I don’t have a romantic life right now, living vicariously through the characters is the closest I can get to falling in love. It’s pathetic really, but since I am 38 years old it’s just a way of life. After I finished eating my toast and drinking my soup, I washed my dishes and went into

The most you could do was keep putting one foot in front of the other and hope that eventually, you got somewhere. Of course, he’d gotten here. To this mountain with the beautiful home he shared with a housekeeper he paid to be there. To solitude that sometimes felt like a noose around his neck. To cutting ties to his family because he couldn’t bear their grief as well as his own. Kaleb gulped down a swallow of hot coffee and relished the burn. He stared out the shop window at the relentless snow and listened to the otherworldly quiet that those millions of falling flakes brought.

I answered with a sly smile on my face. And then he started. I think I found my favorite way of reading my books, and that would be through Damon. Audio books didn't come close. At the first page, he was been all grumpy and dragging the words, but when it got to the part where the female lead walked in on her husband fucking his maid, his entire expression changed. He let out a string of curses at Phillip being an asshole and all sorts of stuff and in a way it felt like he was enjoying the book, more than me.

From a hidden compartment deep inside the wardrobe, she retrieved an old, specially modified phone. It had lain dormant there for many years. After entering a string of numbers she knew by heart, the call was answered almost instantly. The man's voice was still the same: careless, teasing, and dangerous. "Well, what a rare caller. What made you think of me all of a sudden, hm?" "I lost our bet." Sensing something off in her tone, he fell silent for a few seconds before his voice turned serious. "I told you long ago that someone like Anthony has too much room in his heart. He can hold the world, he can hold his brothers… But he can never hold just you alone. You wouldn't listen. You insisted

Snow settling into her hair, into the quiet she left behind. I didn’t follow. But for the first time in years, the lodge didn’t feel empty when I went back inside and right then I knew the answer to my eleven years of loneliness.. There’s no way am staying another year without Solane in my life!

"I'm here now. I comprehend it's three decades late. I comprehend it repairs nothing. But I'm standing here. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry I shattered my promise. I'm sorry I didn't retain your memory. I'm sorry you've been hauling this alone." Sarah's eyes glisten. "Do you recall the stories you used to read to me? When Halbert started shrieking, you'd drag me into the closet and read aloud. Rilke. You read Rilke to a four-year-old child." "I recall." "You articulated that no feeling was final. That everything dissolves. That terror dissolves. That loneliness dissolves." "It's true." "I've been waiting three decades for loneliness to dissolve." A tear carves a track down her cheek. "It hasn't ye

It was what I needed, maybe this life isn't that bad. Solitude...sometimes we need it, to really feel our existence in life, in this world as it is. To feel the flow of time... I had to accept it...I'd never get back my old life...This had now become my life, my new life. Solitude was all I had. The sky has become my new friend, it is so soothing because it will be there for me forever. No matter what happens, when I turn my face you will always be there for me right there and you'd never leave. I sat down on the rock, as I stared at the sky. You ease my solitude! As I closed my eyes to listen to the sound of nature, I heard something. It sounded like footsteps. I slowly placed my hands insi

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That night wasn't going to happen again in this life. I went home and dug out my old diary that I'd hidden in a deep corner of my wardrobe. I was ten years old, homeless and wandering the streets at night when Graham—18 at the time—took me in. He was cold and aloof with everyone else, but he was very gentle with me. I knew that I had fallen in love with him when I was old enough to realize it. However, it was a secret that I could never reveal to anyone else. I grabbed the diary and tore it to pieces, shredding every page. Then, I threw the scraps into the toilet and flushed them down.