3 Body Problem Audiobook Novels & Stories

***the previous chapter is the last chapter in which Amory’s POV will appear. We have now arrived at the point of the original book ‘Damaged’ on the chapter titled ‘Three Years Later’ if you wish to read both books as they occur in-sync with each other*** Amory is behind the bar dressed in a black halter top with black booty shorts and silver stilettos, which is typical for her, and I see her kick into high gear when Sy starts waving to get someone’s attention. We all know that this is do-or-die time! But a couple of drunk dumb fucks smashed to the ground behind me, breaking glasses and spilling liquor everywhere.

All the fears that were troubling her before meant very little compared to what she could have forever. Slowly, Audrey began to pull the covers down and revealed more of the brothers’ bodies. They were in their naked glory and Audrey licked her lips instinctively. She was not normally this type of girl, but something was brewing deep inside her. There was an unfathomable thirst she needed to quench. And she knew just how to do it.

I'm just an open book to him. We step outside and I wish I could just close my eyes and make it all disappear. I feel weak, tired, and my head spins. Why is everything going so wrong with my life? I can't help but wonder, for everyday it becomes a new blow to me, and now to the business I strived so hard to build. "Ma'am!" Bill barrels out of the car with a big, excited face, startling me. Even Red looks startled by the enormous grin splattered on my driver's face. Has he won a lottery?

I said. "No," Myles replied. "Because the moment I felt you slipping away… the moment I sensed your consciousness beginning to dissolve, every instinct I have screamed at me to pull you back. I went mad trying to reach you. I spent that entire lifetime in a state of psychological fragmentation that only ended when my own body finally gave out." He moved toward me, and his hands came up to frame my face with a gentleness that contradicted the intensity in his gaze.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

I could drop dead any second. All I cared about was my dad's broken ring. I scooped up the black shards and tucked them into a velvet box. Didn't matter how I tried to fix it—some things just don't go back. *** Three months into treatment, Lorenzo still found me. Guess Elisa caved. Lorenzo looked wrecked—scruffy, red-eyed, all that cold mafia polish worn down to something raw. "Chiara..." he croaked from the doorway. I stayed leaning on the headboard, voice barely there. "The engagement's off. We're just history now. What do you want?"

Blood scent—my own—mingled with the snow. My foot slipped on black ice. I went down hard, knee and elbow cracking against stone. Pain flared white-hot. I didn’t check the wounds. I only clutched the document tighter. If it was ruined, I’d have to face him again. Beg again. I refused. Through the blizzard, I saw them. Ilana, pristine in white furs, nestled against his side. And Silas, one arm draped possessively around her shoulders, smiling with the tips of his fangs bared—warm, real, cruel.

CHAPTER 1 DIFFERENT SOUL, SAME BODY WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! JUST BEWARE!

decapitation. The second one lunges at him, but he’s quicker, dodging with an almost lazy ease before slamming it into the ground. The third one tries to run. I barely register what’s happening before he’s already on it, dragging it back with terrifying strength. The sounds are gruesome—snapping bones, strangled growls, bodies hitting the earth with sickening thuds. It’s over in minutes. Three bodies lie crumpled on the forest floor, unmoving. But there was a fourth.

Redy growled coldly, without even a trace of pity. Ivy gripped the concrete floor with her trembling fingers. Her breathing was violently labored, her chest and entire body burning with unbearable pain. Her vision began to blur, replaced by black spots spinning before her eyes. Seeing her three brothers unleash such brutal fury, Sarah hurried forward several steps, stretching out both arms as though she were a loving guardian angel filled with pure compassion.