120 Days Of Sodom Audiobook

A car accident left Dawson Mercer blind. For their true heiress' happiness, the Turners forced forced their adopted daughter, Lorraine, to marry him in her sister's place. Rumored had it that she was unremarkable and illiterate. But three days in, she cured his blindness. Soon, she won his heart, built a renowned clinic, and became so sought-after that even her husband had to book an appointment just to see her...

The stable days of famous model Angel Backer begin to crumble when Ian Caccini comes back into her life, bringing with him tornadoes of emotions and dark secrets that could jeopardize the young woman's entire vision of the future. However, she will not be able to resist the unrelenting voluptuousness that the brunette makes her feel, even if the consequences of this are crucial. After all, no future would be interesting with the absence of Ian Caccini's wet kisses.

I’d just bonded with my mate, Alpha Damien, when he brought home an orphan to repay a “life debt.” From that day on, I came second to the girl, Lila. Always. Lila framed me, claiming I forced her to lose control of her wolf. For that, Damien locked me in the silver cells for three days and three nights. "The silver will teach you how to be a tolerant Luna!" Silver poisoning is torture. My wolf withered. I begged for mercy, drowning in agony. Lila just snuggled up to him, her voice dripping with fake concern. "Serena is your mate, after all. When she's in pain, you're in pain. It hurts me to see you suffer." Later, to make Lila happy, Damien publicly gave my seat on the Pack Council to her—a girl who knew nothing. This time, I said nothing. I just severed our mate bond. Days later, while he was writhing in the agony of our broken bond, he finally heard the news. I had joined the royal’s elite unit, The Talons. And I was never coming back. He shattered.

In a world were old ways were nearly extent, few kept the traditions and held power in the modern days, but one thing remind certain, blood ruled over all. We watch as two faited souls, found one another, one lost in the world he did not choose, the other a princess that held more power than eyes meet. Both bewitched by each other, unable to let go of one another.

Sa pag kabigo ni Chloe sa dati nitong nobyo, naisipan niyang pumunta sa Club para maka-limot sa pait ng kanyang puso. Naka-bunggo niya ang estrangherong lalaki na hininggan niya ng halik at ang halik na iyon nauwi sa mainit na pag tatalik. 2 days past, nag cross muli ang kanilang landas sa Campus,

"I want you," She said to him, her hands on his chest, her thighs trapping him between the bed and the headboard, her eyes boring deep into his. "Take what you need, flower." his voice was a whisper, one that left dark promises in it's wake of what was to come. "I'm all yours..." ... Halle witnesses a murder, something she wished she could run from but instead finds herself housing the murderer for three whole days, doing almost everything at gun point. But that was not what made things even more difficult for her, it was the tension between them. Those mysterious brown eyes... That cold smile... That deep voice... His warm breath against her skin. She knew she couldn't love him... He walks out of her life as suddenly as he barged into it and she finds herself pushing those three days spent with him to the back of her mind, a dream that was over. Three years later, she finds herself in his house as the woman being paid to be birth him an heir. She is dragged into his dark world, shown the true nature of his empire. In the end, will it be blood or love between them? .....

313 days before my life was caught short. Jasmine is a teenage girl with dreams, doubts, and a haunted kind of knowing. When her classmate Brianna drowns under suspicious circumstances, Jasmine starts receiving cryptic notes suggesting it wasn’t an accident—and that she was supposed to be next. As she spirals into a surreal investigation that blurs dreams and reality, secrets and lies, Jasmine begins to uncover a chilling truth: someone is erasing girls like her, one by one. They say Jasmine is dead. The headlines agree. There’s even a memorial. But there’s no body. No explanation. And Jasmine? She’s still here. 313 days before everything unraveled, she was just a girl balancing school, parties, and the quiet ache of being misunderstood. Now, she exists somewhere in between—unseen, unheard, and trying to make sense of the life she lost. Obsessed with uncovering what really happened to her, Jasmine digs into the memories she can’t fully trust. Friendships weren’t as solid as they seemed. The people she loved were hiding things. And the closer she gets to the truth, the more she realizes— She was never just a victim. And death might not be the end of her story. It might be where it really begins.

Felicity is a 23 year old known photographer and a hiker. One of those days when her company had a hiking campaign, she joined. One night in a dark forest when her team was playing she was concious of the presence sorrounding her. It's not normal. She decided to looked for it but she got lost and the rain starts to pour. She was left unconsious and she woke up in an unfamiliar place. What's she gonna do?

A teenage girl searching for something she never knew about found herself beside her grandparents and there she heard about the love story of her grannies and parents which makes her wonder about hers. And then after, she found out that the guy who calls her by a color nickname was actually in love with her since their childhood. She found a box of unsent letters from their childhood days which says,

I am diagnosed with severe systemic lupus erythematosus, and I only have three days left to live. When my husband rejects my 188th plea for help, I take my test results and enter the hospice care center. "Hello, I'd like to schedule my own cremation process and apply for government aid." Ten minutes later, they arrive. Before I can speak, my lawyer husband, Jasper Horton, coldly slaps me across the face. "You're faking a terminal illness just to steal attention from Janice?" My doctor brother, Casey Carter, snatches the medical report from my hand and scoffs at it. "Lupus? If you're going to fake being sick, at least make it believable. Only one in a million people gets this." I endure the pain in my body, return to the counter, and hand in the application form and my medical records once more. The staff member sees the butterfly-shaped rash on my wrist and sympathizes with me. "I have no family left," I say. "I'm requesting cremation in three days, location doesn't matter. I just don't want my death to burden anyone."