As A Man Thinketh Free Audiobook Novels & Stories

To trust yourself when all doubt. To lead from a danger only you can see clearly. To explain, enable the blind to see. To give people the power to hear the extraordinary in the ordinary, the everyday and normal encryption of the spoken word. To show them the messages and conversations that happen all around us to different levels of the brain. That's quite the challenge. If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't Happy reading….. Saad p.o.v

It was all for my freedom and liberty. “I would have to think about it my love” he told me and I had never being more furious. What did this fool mean by he would have to think about it? Had everything I’d done being for just a mere thought? Had being with a man who had no idea how to sexually please a woman being for free? I definitely wouldn’t let this happen.

Why does he have to listen to what the man wants? "You will understand once you are in a position like mine," the man said, not explaining further. "So if he asks you to kill yourself, you will do it without hesitation just because he is the Boss? You are a human, not some puppet that has to listen to him," The man said. The man looked at the woman on the bed; he was thinking deeply. He also felt that what the other man said really made sense. He is a human; why should he listen to him?

I always wanted to be free from my self-imposed prison and walk freely on the surface of the earth without fear. Who would have thought that my first try will go wrong and I'll end up in a prison that is governed by a psychotic man? I would choose my self-imposed prison over this place over and over again. Maybe killing me would have been better than this madness. He spared my life physically intending to murder me mentally. Fvcking psycho of a man. "When I come by the morning of tomorrow, go down on your knees and be my slave"

I had lost hope and was ready to sleep there when I heard a voice say, “You called this to yourself, and now you are on your own. Next time, be careful on what you wish for because the universe might prepare it for you, like it just did.” At first, I thought it was the Mystery- voice or the Old man scientist, but it wasn’t. The man was some kind of a street hobo. I think he lives in this wasteland. “Aren`t you gonna help me?” I asked him. “In life, every `man lives for themselves. Like I`ve just said, you are on your own.” “Please have some mercy on me.” “How can there be mercy if messiah can`t be there?” This man left me lying on the ground then vanished into the dark.

It had to be him. The man hesitated, watching my movements before he decided to talk. "'When I was killed, I hid myself in my gem. Waiting patiently for the perfect candidate to find the book. I could not leave when the book was left open to any body of the world to just take it from me."' His phoenix, Gahdon, flew from his shoulder and landed on the tallest shelf in the library, surveying its surroundings. I said nothing but let the ghost of a great wizard speak. "'I stayed with my gem but now I know, it's in the right hands. The devil? I would have never thought but with a heart of love like that of yours, I am free from my duty. One day, even you will be free from your duty."'

This is the section filled with books that will serve as a solution to one's disastrous life battle. I almost lost to the sight of it that almost reach the highest roof. The man behind me said with a husky yet awed-filled voice, “You're right. It was the classic brought upon the battle of oneself. It was written by the very known...” His voice disrupted by his emotion that suddenly flared. His silence and deep breathing was something I thought as a kind of reminisce for something so dare to him. Suddenly my mind flickered, show a devastating scene. “What...” I gasped, step back with my weakened knees. My mind so strange, and it was so far to a possibly acceptable nature. It give me the taste

He cried, "Harper, what will it take for you to forgive me? Haven't I been punished enough? I've lost everything. Why won't you come back to me?" His pathetic display was laughable. As I recalled everything he did to me, I felt no guilt, only relief. "No, it's not enough. A hypocrite like you belongs in jail where you can't hurt anyone else," I replied, letting out my resentment. Caleb froze, his head down and hands falling limply. Just as I thought he was finally giving up, he slammed me against the wall, his face twisted with madness. "No! No! You're mine—everything about you belongs to me! You can't leave me!" Caleb screamed, his hands crushing my throat.

This was the walk towards freedom, a life changing opportunity to help me through this predicament, a chance to save myself and the world, a chance to make Leonard or Dave pay for every one of his crimes. Redeeming the society and building a new democratic system that would make the masses run smoothly was the goal. Everything was now clear, the man who wrote the book was also the man whose story was written in it, a vicious cycle that no one wants to live in anymore death and birth was a cycle that revolved and made the world a place suitable to live in but the maniac was obstructing the rule of nature, this was a the life we all lived. Pain, suffering, oppression and death was the order of

Felix sighed, trying to reason with me, defending her. "Kathy, stop being so stubborn. If you're struggling, then let go of that useless pride." After a pause, he added, "If you don't like those jobs, then just come back and serve me. I'll pay you generously." I drew in a deep breath, forcing down my irritation. I truly couldn't understand why they all assumed I was miserable. In their eyes, I was someone undeserving of a good life.