A Million Little Pieces Audiobook Novels & Stories

Mm, that dash of honey really completes the drink. I return to my novel to accompany a troubled protagonist on her journey to redemption: Lindsay Smollett. I left off where she “accidentally” killed her mother. Sure, it sounds like she’s a long road away from redemption, but after about 190 pages, I think she’s doing great. I mean, her mother was an abusive cunt who would lease her daughter out for drugs. Everyone reaches their breaking point eventually. The chair across from me screeches as someone seats themself.

It was the best kind of job for me, I loved it and I got paid weekly, enough to eat, after my first paycheck, I had spent a full week starving, I tried to ask for my money beforehand but my boss who’s the meanest person ever, said no. How could such a cold hearted person be responsible for one of the best places in the world! There was no sleeping with a storm outside, I was up most of the night, I was up early and ready to go to work, I was slipping but pushed it down as I got out of her car and quickly walked over to the bookstore. I walked over to the children's books area, I was thankful no one was around as I sat down in a beanbag after grabbing a few books to read.

Yet he couldn't seem to ask any of those questions. After ending the call, he picked up the book he was reading, ' I am Mighty Me', and continued flipping through the pages. He was one of the first batches to have preordered the book, and he finally got his hands on it. He glanced through the book, his eyes scanning across each page, as if the gentle, delicate words on the page could allow him to interact with her inner world. There was even her own signature scribbled on the title page of the book. He chuckled when he came to the part about 'Hilden Adams'.

She sat down behind the bus driver as the doors closed behind her. Ellie pulled out the phone her mom had given her in the car before they had left and turned it on. She scrolled through the apps, noticing a notification indicating she had 3 new text messages. She ignored the notifications and opened the audiobook application. Her finger scrolled through the books loaded on the phone and the books she could d******d. She pulled out the headphones that came with the phone, plugged them in, and scrolled through the preloaded classics on the app. Tears came to her eyes as she saw Pride and Prejudice. She hit play, settled her head against the glass window, closed her eyes, and listen to the soo

my voice was barely above a whisper. The ticking of the clock and the shuffling of feet was the only response I got, eliciting an unnerving sigh from me. I skidded quickly away from the aisle and finally found the books that brought me in here. All the Beautiful Things series bore an identical cover where the dominant colour on the book cover was black. I picked the book, Screech, beside it and threw it on the pile in my hands, making my way forward.

My gaze latched onto Maeve. “It’s okay.” I caught sight of a glint near her shoe, stooped down, and picked it up. It was a strange little device that looked like a USB drive with a crystal stuck to the end of it. “What’s this?” Maeve snatched it away. “Nothing.” That didn’t sound suspicious at all. I cocked my head to one side. She tucked it into her pocket, then said, “It stores and plays audiobooks. I like to listen to them while I clean.”

I ran on tiptoe to keep it quiet, but the sound of my breathing and my heart beating uncontrollably was deafening. I was a terrible fugitive! I stopped in front of the wall, which was much higher than I imagined. It wasn't like I was a professional wall climber, and I didn't know what I was going to do, when I got to the other side My phone started ringing, giving me a big fright. I quickly took it out of my jacket. “Where are you going, little princess?” The male voice startled me and I dropped my cell phone on the floor. Damn it! The screen broken!

(Flashback End) "Mam coffee!" Lilian was pulled back to the present. She darted at the maid holding a tray with a cup of coffee. She zoned out again, didn't she? The lady sighed and adjusted Aiden in her lap before taking the coffee mug. The little devil was positively active today. He babbled in his gibberish language, watching the dogs barking at the butterflies. The mother smiled affectionately and caressed his globular, feeling a little better.

SABRINA When my phone rang the next morning, I wanted to throw it against the wall and go back to sleep. I was tired of phones interrupting perfect moments—like last night. My eyes snapped open at the thought of it. Beside me, he shifted, groaning as he yanked the pillow from beneath his head and smashed it over his ears to block out the noise. “Is that mine?” he mumbled, his voice groggy. “No, it’s mine,” I replied.

“Everything we do is scrutinized. Please do well to act accordingly.” I immediately swallowed the words sitting on the edge of my tongue. My pulse was uneven, a syncopated rhythm of doubt and fear. He walked past me to pour himself a drink, a drink he didn’t finish before walking out of the house. I stood there, blinking in the dim light, cold spreading through my chest like frostbite. Then I walked into the bedroom, closed the door, and opened the small wooden box I’d tucked beneath my bed. Inside it were fragments of another life, the remains of what was stolen from me on my way back to Chicago just over a year ago. Although it was a life lived in borrowed rooms and second-hand sweaters, i