A Wrinkle In Time Audiobook Novels & Stories

I wasn’t even sure if he’d gotten everything settled with his frat brothers when he drove me to the airport in the morning. I tried to let those thoughts fade away while on my flight home. I put in my earbuds and decided to listen to one of the smutty werewolf audio books Hana has gotten me hooked on, Alpha Gray by CJ Primer, with Theo and Maddie as narrators. The book is HOT, and Theo’s voice… yeah, it makes for an enjoyable two-and-a-half-hour flight. I love how he changes his voice when speaking for each Alpha. Hana told me they’ve done the narration for the rest of the series, and I can’t wait to listen.

a diamond. "The Core is rejecting the 'Variable'!" Mara screamed through the silver-link. The silver-thread at Audrey’s neck was no longer glowing violet; it was burning a raw, industrial orange, the color of a furnace at full tilt. "Audrey, the World-Ship's 'Reference-Time' is based on absolute zero. Your body heat is creating a 'Chronological-Fracture'!"

He tried to tap the books in front of him to stop his emotions, he is fluttered again. "C-Clark, did you saw that? You touched the book. Ben! He touched the book. Do it again, Clark. Do it again.'' Sashi said with so much excitement. Ben looked back to her when he heard Sashi scream. He thought there is something wrong so he came back.. "Do it again Clark." Sashi said and when Clark tried to lift the notebook, Ben saw it on his two eyes. It moves. "Damn, you did it." Sashi said with so much happiness.

I didn’t think he will forgive me easily. “Okay, I should break this love or this love will be the death of us,” Malcolm sounded serious. “What’s next?” “The time machine is here. But how will we reverse everything and go back to our world, not the parallel one,” Maddy said anxiously. “I can do that,” Chris said, and Malcolm joined him. They both got on the time machine, motioned us to get on it. I stepped into it in the wonder of how it will work. “Whatever you do, do it fast,” Alex said, seeing backwards. The lab is on fire now.

Why— The thought didn’t finish. Because another one replaced it. Colder. Sharper. More terrifying. Who was I not supposed to trust? My fingers trembled slightly as I lifted them back to the page, tracing again—but faster this time. Urgent. Searching. There had to be more. There was more. The pattern wasn’t finished. The message wasn’t complete. I just needed to— The audio glitched. A sharp, jarring crack snapped through my headphones. I flinched violently, pulling one ear free instinctively.

I am known as Lady Eve to many in this time period. After listening to the two British men, I tried to think back to what would be good time periods to reenter my life. My great, great, great mother Dora said I had to go back to that moment in time when she pulled me out. Unfortunately, I couldn’t alter the events that had happened too far to the point of creating a new event to happen. I couldn’t possibly stop them from holding me hostage. However, I could go back in time to do little, small things to ensure I survived the ordeal. In addition, the moment I went back to that time when I was still tied up to the chair, my pocket watch would disappear and return to her.

Cassius said with a smirk, likely mistaking my gaze on the bookshelves as me restraining myself from browsing them. Despite not feeling as enthusiastic as he assumed, I still went for the books. I let my hands trail across the spine of the books, stopping on the thickest one. I carefully pulled it out, afraid to even scratch the cover. “That’s the novel section of the books. There’s really no title on the cover because it’s printed on the first page,” Cassius explained from his bean bag. I nodded at his explanation and opened the book. My heart nearly dropped upon reading the title. Was this just a coincidence? Written in an elegant font was ‘The Second Time Around: Chronicles of Ava Midgen’

The leftovers were for the servants. Waste not right? Adrexa suddenly bursts into the kitchen, where I am patiently waiting for the outcome of my meal. "The Prince and Princess want to see you immediately!" Adrexa commands breathlessly. Shit. Adrexa quickly turns and scurries back down the corridor. I quickly follow her, but I feel incredibly fatigued from my day. The shock of my wondrous journey through time, landing me in ancient Troy, discovering I'm not dreaming, and spending the rest of the day cooking a meal using age-old techniques.

He frowned, opened his eyes. “It’s not a break. It’s a… fold. A tiny piece of time has been pleated over on itself. It’s self-contained, stable. And it’s not natural.” “Could the Cataclysm have left temporal debris?” I suggested. “A piece of broken time finally washing up on our shore?” “Possibly,” he said, but he didn't sound convinced. He looked around, his gaze sharp. “Silas. What do you hear?” Silas, who had been sniffing a rose bush with intense concentration, straightened up. “A… glitch. In the song of progress. A single note, held too long. It’s not part of the melody. It’s a splinter.”

Year 2022, writer's POV. I sighed in relief at the sound of Tina’s voice. If she could pick up the call, it meant she was safe for now. I checked the time and warned, "It's 9:20 pm now, right? Your mom will kill you in the east room around 10:00 pm. Run!" "Impossible! Mom has recovered. Who are you?" Tina retorted firmly.