A Million Little Pieces Audiobook Novels & Stories

ASHLEY P.O.V "I don't have anything with me apart from my ID," I replied, attempting to sound bold. But despite my best efforts, my voice betrayed me, coming out shaky instead. As I filled out the loan application, my hands trembled, making it difficult to write my name with confidence. Deep down, I knew my financial history was far from ideal, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of fear that the secretary would reject me outright. However, I couldn't afford to give up hope just yet. There had to be a chance, especially since I no longer owed them any money. Ethan had promised to clear my debt if I came to dinner with him, and I had faith that he, being a wealthy man, would uphold his word.

The tiny dove chirped at me as if waiting for me to do something. It had a tiny letter in its claws, the size of a peanut which would increase in size when I took it. I picked up a small pack of acorn flakes from the box filled to the brim with the packs, and tore it open, before offering half a handful to Milli. She pecked at the snacks, ignoring us both.

I asked, moving toward them and sinking to the floor. “Mommy, are the people gone?” Mabel asked, her voice small. “They’re…working on it, honey,” I said, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear, trying to keep my hands steady. “But we’re going to stay in here for a while. What do you think about a little story time?” She nodded, though I could see the worry still lingering in her eyes. I reached for one of their favorite books, The Little Prince, opening it and starting to read in the brightest, most animated voice I could muster, hoping to drown out any sound from outside with cheerful voices and laughter.

We needed all the evidence we could get against Mr Ranault even if it means coming to see a stranger alone in a library. The library had another floor for history and science while the bottom floor was for kids books and pretty much basic stuff. I searched around the ground floor of the library but there was only two teenagers,some women and two nerdy collage guys. There is no way any of these people had that manly voice I heard on the phone last night. Just as I was about to go upstairs,I saw a man seating in one of the chairs with a book in his hands titled: A little life. The man had brown skin like dark chocolate. He pulled the book down a little to be able to peep his eyes out and look

"Thank Ms. Ellison for her kindness on my behalf, but my life isn't meant to clean up after her." I hung up and looked out at the busy traffic below. The collapse of that project had come even faster than I expected. A faint smile spread across my lips.

An instant later, a thunderous crash shook the heavy door. The lock screeched, a metallic wail. The three little ones on the bed, sensing danger, fell silent. They clung to me, shivering against my stomach. As the door began to give way, I shut my eyes, hopeless.

I collected my broken self and went to the bathroom. All through my bath, I pondered on one thing; how to get one million dollars. Fuller was the one that called me last night. He insisted I gave him the one million I stole years back under my savior's guidance. The only thing I didn't understand was how he got my contact. How was he able to track me after eight years? Why now?

"Maybe it's because he's using a secret language created by my ancestors. Only the Mills family know how to read it. So I guess I took an interest in a former king using it." A secret language created by her ancestors? What are the odds! "Do you think you could read it to me, since you're able to?" A smile lights up her entire face and breaks my walls down further. She gets up from the chair and motions for me to sit, so I do. Then she climbs into my lap. I think this is quickly becoming her favorite spot to sit. Not that I mind one bit. As we sit there together, she reads to me the contents and I quickly realize this is the very first encounter with Hybrids. It's bone-chilling to hear about

I could put some music on, but I was too worried to turn on the music, I couldn't hear anything, just the pounding of my heart inside my ears, maybe I could hit the accelerator, I'd get there faster, but do I really want to get there faster, I was terrified of getting there, of what's going to wait for me there. I finally made it there, it took me more than an hour, but I made it there, I finally got there, I walked out of my car, I parked my car right in front of the door, I didn't have to park very back, there's some cars here, but where these cars still here from last time? Or did they leave and come back? Was there anyone here, I wasn't sure, I walked inside the door and looked around th

“Give it. Back.” “Tell me what’s in it.” Her hand reached out to snatch it, but the second her fingers brushed the cover, he dropped it — and the pages scattered like feathers across the floor. Dozens of memory fragments fluttered through the air — snapshots of voices, faces, secret missions, and one particular memory… Of him. Lips. Hands. Fire. It wasn’t real — a planted scenario, an experiment she’d conducted on herself to test the limits of her powers. But it felt real enough now.