Acotar Graphic Audiobook Novels & Stories

The taste of his lips feels acidic, like battery acid. Stop! In my head, I scream. Instead, I push my hands onto his shoulders, and Ahren is suddenly pressed against the wall. The crash of fallen pictures around him is drowned out by the music. All I can hear is my pounding heart and my heavy, labored breath. My breathing sounds hollow and emanates from the depths of my chest, like the low growl of a chainsaw. He rises to his feet, staring at the hole in the wall with astonishment, a single question dominating his thoughts: How on earth did petite Alora throw a 233-pound man? I share the same query but am too consumed by anger to ponder it for long.

“Now, are you interested to listen?” A few seconds of silence dominated the entire place. With the atmosphere that is somewhat getting heavier and heavier by each passing second. Beatrice smile slowly widens, with the darkness that is getting bigger and bigger than it is all that is in it. “Tsk!” Yet. Aaron is not that foolish to be drawn into that temptation. Or is he? “Do you think that I am a fool like the others and how you perceive me to be?” His gallant words and a bit prideful tone. Holding on and tight to the right and sane mind that he had and forever will have as the original holder of God Sagittarius in this world and book.

"My name is Aaron, and you are?" He simply stared at Aaron outstretched hand. After a while, he replied "Brian Kamryn" ignoring his hand. Aaron slowly withdrew his hands, clearly embarrassed. He had heard about the famous business tycoon, Brian Kamryn. But that didn't give him the right to be downright rude and arrogant... He was a hotshot doctor too.

A deep, humming core of contentment, and a world of white space. “I want to be annoyed,” Anton began, opening his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. “Annoyed because the noise from the Academy’s common room is drifting up to our private quarters in the Highlands, and we can’t hear the peregrines on the cliff.” Sabatine’s grin was instant, brilliant. He picked up the pencil with his free hand and in the top left corner of the paper, he made a quick, rough sketch: a simple, long building with a glass front, and above it, a squiggly line for sound waves. He wrote: Annoying, beautiful noise.

All other sounds in the room faded out as he focused on the photo in front of him. Cara’s beautiful face stared back at him. Her crystal blues gazed at his, her golden hair tied neatly in a bun on top of her head. She was wearing a lab coat and a badge that read “Aztec Pharma”. Archer fidgeted in his seat, struggling to contain the emotions inside. He fought to listen to the information bombarding him, he looked up and caught the attention of Johnson. He frowned at Archer, silently asking what was wrong with him. Archer shook his head, his brows furrowed into his head. He tried to pull himself together, resting his elbows on the table he rested his mouth against his clasped hands. Avoiding e

He looked like a fallen god who had just crawled out of a furnace. "You’re staring again, Ace," he rasped. His voice was a low, rough growl that vibrated across the open room. His dark eyes were fixed on me, tracking the way my throat moved when I swallowed, his gaze heavy and hungry. "The audit is officially over. You can stop looking for the damage now. We made it out."

"There's no date, there's also no cohesive language. It's almost like a diary that's been added to over the centuries." "Shit." I rubbed a finger over my eyebrows. "Exactly. Atlas and Taryk are going to see about getting a private showing." I raised an eyebrow. "They have that kind of clout?" Ransom chuckled. "They have enough." "What does the book say about changing into animals?"

Athie tried to hold me but I was violently trying to go. At last, tired of trying, I stopped and looked at Aaron who was constantly glaring at mine and Athena’s actions. “This will not be done again. You can sit in the car.” Trying to convince me with his cold face, he made me stable. “How will you go to the office?” I asked Athena and she winked at me. “I will try to book a cab.” She said with a smile. “There is no need of booking a can when I’m here” As I was about to argue with her on the topic of not booking a cab and going with me in Aaron’s car, his car’s back door suddenly opened, presenting Richard in front of us.

Happiness, that fragile contract I thought I had honored, is suddenly just a breached clause. The sound of firm footsteps in the hall announces his arrival. Auracio. He enters the room, dressed in riding pants and a dark sweater. He smells of leather and the cold morning air. His eyes sweep the room, land on Tara, then on me. His gaze for me is the same as yesterday. Tender, possessive, familiar. A masterpiece of duplicity. "The two women of my life, already hard at work," he says, his voice filling the room with its usual presence, today unbearable.

Alaric & Lyra: The Strategist Turned Storyteller Alaric, ever the meticulous planner, the strategist who could foresee countless contingencies, had become delightfully, utterly obsessed with making her laugh. His meticulous nature had simply shifted its focus. He read her books far beyond her comprehension—ancient histories filled with epic battles and forgotten empires, intricate legends of gods and monsters, even dry, complex war strategies that made my head spin. But he’d do the voices. And gods help any unsuspecting guard or pack member who passed by the open door of his study and heard Alpha Alaric Blackthorn, the stoic leader of the Triplet Pack, speaking in a squeaky, high-pitched dra