100 Years Of Solitude Audiobook นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The rest of my night passes as I work my ass off to understand what’s written in the book and also try to write things down without messing the letters. It’s hard for me. I guess other problems in my life weren’t enough when the moon goddess decided to give me dyslexia. I’d kill that woman once I get my hands on her. Since I’ll die young, I’ll be meeting her soon. I must plan a murder plan for her while I am alive. It’s long after midnight when my stomach makes a sound that I swear closely resembles a Whale’s mating call that I once heard on Discovery channel. I decide to get some break from studying and get some food.

Listening to the busy tone on the other end, Claire could feel the vein on her forehead was starting to pop. She called her assistant. "I want Robin's location in ten minutes."

"She's just a kid, and she's already out there getting hotel rooms with people? And now that she's gone missing, she's making all of you run in circles? "Pat, why do you still bother with a walking disaster like her? Wouldn't it be better if she just died out there somewhere?" The cold fury in her eyes made me shudder. Patrick finally seized the chance to speak. "Grace, Aubree booked Room 318." Mom had been about to snap back, but suddenly, she froze as if something had just come to mind.

I sank onto the sofa, a persistent tightness in my chest that I couldn't shake. Just then, I got a message from Darrel, inviting me to get away for a bit. I agreed immediately, deciding on the spot to go to his heavily secured private estate on Long Island. Rolling green hills and blue water, a world away from all the darkness. That afternoon, I painted in the estate's quiet gardens, an exquisite tea service laid out beside me. As I painted and ate, I was so at peace that Soren never even crossed my mind. That evening, just as a flicker of sadness threatened to surface, Darrel mentioned a private concert being held on the grounds.

Under his rough handling, I slowly gave up resisting and became more and more compliant. I started to enjoy it. I was drowning in the physical pleasure of it all. After all, it had been a very long time since Garrett had stopped being intimate with me. "Yes! Just like that… Don't stop… I'm about to..." My starving body was finally being given attention by Leonard. I was so sensitive that after only a few thrusts, I was already close to the edge. However, right at that moment, the phone in my purse rang at the worst possible time.

“Alisa, this doesn’t change anything. You’re still free to be my mate. My partner. My wife one day. They can threaten every wolf in the city; I’ll still claim you the moment those papers are signed.” I stepped closer, letting my body brush his. The bond hummed, warm and insistent. “I know. But I don’t want you hurt because of me.” “You’re not the reason they’re coming.” His hand cupped my jaw, thumb stroking my lower lip. “You’re the reason I stopped running. The reason I built this firm to stand for justice instead of vengeance. They can come. I’ve waited thirty-four years for you. Nothing will take you from me.”

Julian listened without interrupting, nodding slowly, his expression softening as though the images were entering him too. When we cleared the plates and the apartment grew quiet again, I carried the memory of the walk like something small but unshakable. As I lay in bed, the sounds returned in fragments—the bicycle bell, the laughter of children, the humming of the florist. I realized then that solitude was not emptiness. It was its own form of company, one that reminded me the world would keep offering itself if I only slowed down enough to notice. And I promised myself I would.

That much was obvious. ‘A Hundred Years of Solitude.’ She was only halfway through the book. It was a heavy one, and she couldn’t understand why she read it before she came back. Night time was perfect for a reading session, so she was reading seriously. Heather was the most attractive when she was quiet, and she drifted to sleep with a book in her hands that night. If there was one downside about night reading, that would be the fact that the reader would fall asleep easily.

“Forgive me if I don’t believe a word of what you say…” Rodrigo put his headphones on, droning out their argument. His headphones were his one relief from all the perpetual chaos that had been part of his upbringing since the last seventeen years of his life. But he was almost done with it all. One more year, and he’d be sent away to America to study. One more year, and he’d be free of his parents and their negligence. He waited for the day he would leave that house. He’d made up his mind to never return. Sighing, he focused on the audiobook he was listening to on his phone, peering out the window at the sun setting in the distance. Several minutes later, he looked in the front and gasped.

In fact, she looked exactly like I did. "Identify yourself immediately!" "I am Sazia, an initial La Chandral at birth, given to Xavier of El Altunia to take care of when my parents died." "So you are one of us? Then why did you come here?" "I choose to be melted to a human!" Everyone was shocked, no one expected it at all, not even Manzoni