Accidentally Yours Audiobook Novels & Stories

I asked after taking the first sip. "Final destination 4" he answered and I gulped. I have heard a lot about the movie, about how the main character will have a premonition about the cruel death of him and his friends, luckily he will avoid it at that moment but unfortunately, the grim reaper will come after them one by one. "Are you scared already?" he asked with a grin. "Not with you around." I answered truthfully and snuggled deeper inside him. Halfway and I have screamed more than 20 times, the graphics are too real, I have never seen an accident before but am positive it will exactly be like this.

As they worked, Ryan recounted the details of his regained memories, his voice tinged with awe. “I remember the accident vividly now,” he said, chopping vegetables with precision. “The way the car barreled down on us, the sound of screeching tires, and then… nothing. I was so terrible to you. I’m sorry I believed Ashley’s lies.” Tally stood beside him, her hand resting on his arm as she mixed ingredients for the sauce. “It’s okay, Ryan. I know it would have been confusing. Waking up from a coma and finding out you had a wife you didn’t remember.”

“The day of your accident… was it… was it a grey Audi A7 that hit you on the highway?” The room froze. Avelina looked up at him. Nervous. Cautious. But then her brows furrowed… and she nodded. “Yes,” she said softly, the memory flickering behind her eyes. “Yes. It was a grey Audi A7. I remember the logo. I remember the grill. I remember falling… and… and I remember you rushing me to the hospital” Zayne flinched. His hand twitched violently at his side as though he’d been punched in the stomach. He slowly turned his head toward Mikhail, his face tightening with dread.

“She’s turning shame into sympathy. And people eat that up.” Then came the pivot. Seven minutes in. “She wasn’t the only one who lied,” Eliora whispered. Adrian sat up straighter. The next clip was blurry. An audio recording. Secretly taped. Male voice. “You think you’re better than your uncle? You’re not. You made the deal. You know what was in it.” Then Adrian’s voice. “I didn’t have a choice. I took what I had to.” The screen went black again. Then her voice:

The heavy scent of stale beer and pine smoke felt grounding, a stark contrast to the sub-zero perfection of the penthouse. But in her desperate desire to completely erase the memory of Vivian's lips bare millimeters from her skin, Avery made a critical, amateur mistake: she forgot that her alcohol tolerance was notoriously poor. After years of disciplined living, the freedom of the dive bar felt too good. Two drinks quickly turned into four, and by 8:30 PM, the room was spinning. Avery was leaning heavily against the scarred vinyl of the booth, a sloppy, helpless laugh escaping her lips as she stared at her empty glass.

The window of opportunity had suddenly narrowed, forcing an immediate, improvised encounter. He watched as Whitney got her food two blocks from the office, engaged in what he clinically registered as a "gross flirting fit" with the server, and then launched into an unusually long conversation on her phone for the walk back. Her attention fully consumed, she hurried along the pavement, a half-full coffee cup balanced precariously in her hand. ​This was his cue. The seasoned warrior had to become the perfectly timed, clumsy human distraction. This move needed to be flawless, it would be the first 'accidental encounter' in the long list of calculated collisions to follow.

He sat stiffly, his body tight, his hands resting flat on his knees. The room felt different now. “What is this?” Daniel asked, his voice sounding tight. “If this is about last night, I already said it was a mistake.” Tim leaned back a little, his face calm but his eyes focused. “That’s where you’re wrong.” Daniel frowned. “What?” “It wasn’t a mistake.” “Yes, it was,” Daniel said, his voice getting a little louder. “We don’t even know each other. I was drunk. I wasn’t thinking straight—”

He blinked, and the memory dissolved—only to be replaced by another. The accident. His own screams. Waking up in a hospital bed months later, only to be told the collision had left him infertile. A man with everything—now with nothing. “I can’t lose another one,” he murmured, his voice cracking. “I can’t…” The doctor lowered his head. “You don’t have to decide now, but—” “No.” Raymond turned abruptly. His eyes were red, his voice rough. “Don’t say that. You just said she doesn’t have time. So don’t stand there and tell me I don’t have to decide.”

I whispered, and my mind started racing through every memory I had of the last few months. "The accident, Anya," the officer said, turning back around as the car swerved onto a dirt path I didn't recognize. "It wasn't a suicide attempt, and it wasn't a mistake, because Kai Rhodes didn't hit that tree, and the truth is that someone moved the road."

Hailey said leaving Adrian. Adrian remembered what he did to Audrey earlier and he felt guilty so he dialed her number but she didn't pick up. He thought she was mad at him. "We're here." Audrey said and she and Greta got down from the car. Audrey accidentally left her phone in the car. "Audrey I just wanted to say I'm sorry." "About?" Audrey asked "Using you the other day." Greta said "Using me how?" Audrey asked "To open the vault." Greta said