A Court This Cruel And Lovely Audiobook Novels & Stories

A gleeful smile appeared on Georgina's face immediately. The only reason Tremont could have abandoned that whore halfway was that he also despised her, right? "Do you think we should stop? She looks about to faint." Audrey spoke and Georgina shot her a glare that immediately shut her up. "If you so much sympathize with her, then you can also come down." Georgina spoke. If Aurora wanted to die, then she should do so hastily, that would be the best news of her life, Georgina thought. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I didn’t even know what was going on. “I thought Riley left?” Kalil asked. So did I. I didn’t want to talk yet because he had questions that I knew I couldn’t answer. I connected my phone to the car radio and scrolled through my music. “I have a song for you.” The first notes of “Beautiful Surprise” by India Arie flowed through the truck and he went quiet as he listened. As the words registered a grin spread across his face. His smiles always made me feel better. “Thank you. I loved it,” he confessed as the final notes rang out.

Seeing his soul — the passion I felt was richer than gold. I loved him the first time — I loved him the last time. I chose hurt over peace.

At that, my face flushed even more and I got up from the couch, a little embarrassed. "You're crazy, Lee!" I said. "I'm not going to tell you every detail," I joked after I saw she wasn't going to let me off her hook until she got her answer. "Do you agree?" "Alright, alright," I'll manage anything, I don't have a choice after all," she said, raising her hands in surrender. "Is he very good?" "As good as he was cruel. I think I can say he's the best I've ever tasted. You need to see his sucking skill," I said shamelessly, refilling my glass proudly.

"Let us understand why you are here." And so, Anya began to speak. She recounted the brutality of her life as a slave, the constant fear, the backbreaking labor, and the ever-present threat of violence. Her voice trembled at times, heavy with raw emotion, but there was an underlying strength, a will to survive that captivated the room. As she spoke, a sense of camaraderie settled in the dingy tavern. These were people who understood her pain, who carried their own scars from the Volkov regime. Anya saw it in their eyes, a shared hatred and a desperate yearning for a better future.

she screamed, her voice echoing around the room. “I’m sorry about that,” the person quickly chipped in a shaky voice. “One more contrasting statement about judgment and I would have your head cut off, that is a promise,” Audrey spat out. I bit the inner skin of my cheeks, willing myself not to react, not to allow the tears that stung my eyes to fall out. I know Aiddey was cruel, but the length at which she keeps taking this issue overwhelmingly fascinates me every day. It was beginning to get unbearable.

"Since you're already here, why leave? Aren't you trying to be considerate? Stay. Serve me well tonight. Selena and I will sleep in the inner den—you can have the outer chamber." The thought of what was to come made my stomach churn violently. I struggled against his grip, but every movement sent sharp pain through my abdomen. Still, in the end, I was dragged inside. That night, the inner den filled with the sounds of their pleasure. I clutched my ears, turning on the pack's crystal vision. But fate always had a cruel sense of humor— the vision showed footage of them from earlier today, wrapped in each other's arms. I wanted to turn it off, but my hands were shaking too badly to move.

Lady Humphreys walked with calculated grace, her honey-blonde hair – so like Lola's – swept into an elegant chignon that seemed incongruous with her prison-issued clothing. Beside me, Lola went completely still. I reached for her hand without looking, finding it cold and trembling beneath my fingers. Through our touch, I felt Sierra's low growl, a vibration that never reached her human's lips. "All rise for the Honourable Judge Montague," called the court officer. We stood as the judge entered, a tall woman with iron-gray hair pulled back severely from a face lined with decades of judicial consideration. Her black robes rustled as she took her seat, gesturing for the court to be seated.

he began, “I’ve learned that being a judgy piece of shit is not the way life works.” I blinked. “I want you to sit back,” he continued, finally glancing at me, “and actually think when you’re alone. What is so wrong about a woman loving a woman? Or a man loving a man?” I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out. “What makes you any different,” he added, his tone tightening slightly, “from the mob outside my mother's house the morning after you killed a guard of mine?” I didn’t have an answer.

I whispered, staring at the tall white building that suddenly felt too holy for so much pain. Croft squeezed my hand gently. “Jennifer… you’re stronger than this moment.” “It feels impossible,” I said. “It only feels impossible because you’re carrying love and grief at the same time,” Croft said softly. “But listen to me… Peculiar’s story doesn’t end with tragedy. It ends with the love you gave her her entire life. This funeral isn’t about losing her; it's about honoring her.” A tear slid down my cheek. Croft brushed it away with his thumb and said gently, “I’m right here for you."