100 Years Of Solitude Audiobook Novels & Stories

Somehow I moved my gaze to the shadow dude, who had the decency to chuckle at my state. “If you’re thinking of jumping don't bother Love. You would have a long fall before hitting the rocks at the bottom of The Divide.” He crossed his arms “What a shame that would be too.” “The Divide?” I asked cautiously still unnerved. “You know the giant ravine leading to the mine? Even my grandmother could see it and she is blind as a bat.” The sapphire eyed male snarked rolled his eyes at me in distaste. “Thanks for the input.” I cut in icily eyeing the window. Maybe jumping to my death would be better than staying here.

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

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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.

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.

He hit play. Static. Then emergency broadcast: _“…unexplained temporal anomaly. Entire city block frozen. Estimated 50,000 people. No movement. No heartbeat. But… not dead. Just… _paused_. Duration: 3 minutes. Then time _resumed_. No memory loss. No injuries. Cause: unknown…”_ The recording ended. “50,000 people,” Darius whispered. “_Paused_.” “Two and Three,” Lyra said. She wasn’t scared. She was _pissed_. “They’re playing.”

Layla sighed, "will you please read that book to me then? I don't understand it." Solomon looked over to the book Layla had been looking at. "That one? No, that one is boring. It's about trade embargoes." He walked over to the furthest book shelf and selected what appeared to be an old well-worn leather bound book. "This one is my favorite." He crawled into the bed beside her. As she laid her head onto his chest, he began to read it in its original language. To Layla it sounded like music and before she knew it, she had drifted off to sleep.

I'm not alone anymore, and goodness does it feel fantastic. So this is the final part of "Alone" and I can't believe it's over. It's the longest book I've written but it's also been so fun to write. I'm sorry to keep waiting for the updates. And thank you all for the patience, love and support!

It had been so long since she’d thought about that. Her life had been consumed by business and family obligations, but beneath the weight of those responsibilities, there was still a part of her that longed for simpler pleasures. “I used to enjoy reading, before...” Chloe gestured vaguely, referring to her blindness. “Now I listen to audiobooks. I get lost in them. It’s my escape when everything else feels overwhelming.” Leo nodded, his eyes softening at her words. “I can imagine. Sometimes getting lost in a story is the best way to find a bit of peace.”