A Long Way Gone Audiobook Novels & Stories

I sent a message to my mom, and she responded in second, "Yes you are my son, meet me at the corner of Alfred street and Donna's Cafe there is an ally we can get this done. We recorded what we needed, Darren installed the app on my phone, we tested, and I was heading to meet my mom. She was waiting for me in the alley, she looked like a rat, I have no idea how can I call this woman a mom at all, but I had to one last time. Also we are running out of time, the trial is about to start in 2 h and I needed evidence to save my dad.

I looked at her, pleading. Monica looked reluctant and guilty, but after a long pause, she slowly nodded. My lips curved into a bitter smile, and tears began to fall uncontrollably. … Half a month later, I returned to the home we once shared to pack my things. From deep in the bookshelf, I took out an old, worn diary. Between its pages were photos from years past—Jack's first time at the training grounds, the first time he wore the Alpha emblem, the first time he returned victorious…

They had to be coaxed into doing everything—eating, bathing, and even sleeping. Ethan felt like he was on the verge of breaking down. And this chaotic life was what I had endured for eight long years. Only now did he begin to understand my agony and see just how terribly wrong he'd been all those years. Meanwhile, Katrina and James drove away several more nannies. Eventually, they ended up back in the infirmary due to malnutrition and allergies. That was when fear finally set in for them. They realized no matter how much they threw fits or cried, I wasn't coming back. And only then did they understand that they had truly lost me.

When my mom ran in, I didn't have the strength to move anymore. She saw me lying on the floor, my wrist soaked in blood. She completely panicked. "Kevin!" She lunged forward and scooped me up. Her hands were shaking as she pressed down on my wound. Her voice trembled. "Stay awake! Look at me! Open your eyes!" But I couldn't hear her anymore. My hearing aid had fallen out when I fell. I could see her lips moving. I could see the color draining from her face. And in that moment, I felt so tired. More tired than on any single day in the last three years.

He leaned back and stared at the cup in front of him. "It feels good and then it goes bad so quick," he murmured and sighed. "I'll be patient. I know it ain't easy to trust people." A ring on his phone made him shift his gaze. He took his phone and looked at the screen. His mother had called him. He was hesitating for a moment but then he slide to answer. "Why on earth did you move away without telling us?" Anger was more clearly heard in her voice than her query. "Everytime you guys are away you never say anything. I just made it a little fair," he answered nonchalantly.

Jack was in the hallway, his phone pressed to his ear, listening to his assistant's update. "Mr. Harris, the deal between the Harris and Scott families is off. We're untangling the last few knots. However, Lawrence has been trying to reach you, but couldn't get through." Jack's voice was ice, "Let it be." "Understood." Once my cast was on, Jack reappeared and took me home. He played the devoted companion in the days that followed, sticking close to home so I would not get stir-crazy.

The landscape was alien and foreboding, a surreal amalgamation of shifting shadows and fragmented structures that seemed perpetually on the verge of collapse. The air was thick with an unsettling stillness, broken only by the occasional whisper of forgotten memories. Each whisper was like a ghostly touch against her skin, a fleeting sensation that left her shivering. The whispers were disjointed, fragments of conversations, cries, and laughter that seemed to echo from the very walls of Nyxterra. They whispered her name in haunting, fragmented tones, urging her deeper into the darkness.

The funeral and then I’m gone, and this will be more memories to keep me company later. I’ve done some research, and I applied with a popular family-owned restaurant in Oklahoma City. They called, and I scheduled the interview. So I’ll leave the night of the funeral and get on the road. I keep telling myself that this is the best choice for everyone. I won’t stink up anyone’s life this way, and maybe this time Rob won’t find me. I hate leaving here though, I’ve been so happy the last few days. I’ve felt more myself and alive than in an eternity it feels. I can’t be selfish and bring my problems here, though and I know it. Mom keeps having bad moments, but I know she’ll be fine, and Wyatt wil

"He's coming, but, when I can't tell you." Dreading the next few days couldn't happen. I had to be calm. Getting the packs together was going to be hard. We were the biggest pack in America. We stayed in the HOH Rainforest of Washington State. Seattle was a little over four hours away. There was also Port Angeles and Oylimpia. Near us stood Mt. Olympus. Not the one in Greece, but the same name. Suddenly I froze. "There's no way. Is there?" Hercules said startled. "It has to be a coincidence. They were named many years apart "

" I left the courtroom, stepping past Harriet's mom, who sat on the floor, sobbing and hiding her face. It was up to God to forgive them, not me. I was just a human being. I was not in charge of handing out forgiveness, I told myself. They used up all my kindness when they tried to pull me down with them. Three months later, I sold my old house and moved to a new city to start over. Harriet and Daniel each faced their own fates in the end. Harriet, who was expecting a baby, got to wait for her sentence at home. However, it was not easy for her mom, who had to take care of the new little one all by herself. Daniel, on the other hand, had to start serving a long time behind bars. They got what