Audiobook Crime And Punishment นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I saw Juaqin in front of me. I am here in a warehouse, my feet and hands tied to a chair I am sitting in, “Juaqin help me!” I said to him. I tried my best to free myself, but it was not happening because I was tied tightly. “Have you read the novel written by Mantus Taylor entitled ‘The murderer’s perfect crime?’” He asked me. “What do you mean?” I asked, which made him laugh sarcastically. I don’t understand him!

It smelt of old papers, and I couldn't help but inhale the scent. Dark wooden tables with cushioned seats were arranged in the library. Keeping my head down, I check the corner in case there are cameras lurking in here. I didn’t notice any blinking, but that didn't put me at ease. The Auder's mansion has this eerie quality. I was on high alert all the time. I only let go when Carlo was around; maybe that was a mistake too. I pulled out a paperback about the light in the mind. It was my first time hearing about it. It’s written by J.E. Hampton. Never heard about him or her.

The kind that took time to read. “How did you know what size?” she asked. “I know everything about everyone who works for us.” “Creepy.” “Necessary.” She picked up one of the books. Crime and Punishment. “Really?” “You don’t like Dostoevsky?” “I didn’t figure you for a reader.” His mouth twitched. Almost a smile. “I’m full of surprises.” After that, he started staying longer. At first it was just a few minutes. Checking on her. Making sure she had what she needed. Then it was twenty minutes. An hour. He’d sit in the chair across from her while she read. Sometimes he brought his own book. Sometimes he just watched her.

"He will look in the mirror and see a mistake." "Isabella," Blackwood said, packing up the tablet. "The judge is going to be furious. They might put a gag order on the rest of the book." "Let them try," Isabella said. "The files are already distributed. Servers in Russia. Servers in Hong Kong. You can't stop a signal, Arthur." She stood up. The interview was over. "Tell the publisher to accelerate the audiobook," she said. "I want people to hear it in their cars. I want them to hear it while they sleep."

He looks surprised at my curiosity and I worry for a moment he will bristle again and we will fall into silence until we waste away. “Moby Dick,” He tells me and I am surprised. “It was one of my favorites when I was growing up. My mother would read it to me.” It is more information about him than I have ever known. I know now this library will be my favorite room in this house. Tucked away into pages will be the one defining fact I know. His name is Domenico and I know his favorite book.

******* HOURS LATER Audrey sat in Damien’s study and went through his books, she felt bored and couldn't fall asleep so she decided to go through his books in his study. She found out he had an interest in horror books, mostly about serial killers, she wasn't surprised though, it's obvious he can't have an interest in normal things. She suddenly heard a thud outside the hallway and she froze. “It's probably the guards.” She mumbled and continued with the book. The door suddenly opened and she flinched, she saw a man dressed in black, he wore a face cap and a mask, she couldn't see his face clearly. “Who are you?” She asked in fear and he walked towards her.

he declared. I stopped walking… and breathing. “How? I didn’t even give you the tittle of my story…” “A criminal novel, “Inside the Devil’s Mind”, by Anako… Not too creative nickname. Guessing on your reaction I was right, it is your story.” He got closer to me and looked straight into my eyes. “I like the main character, that Troy… You could say we have few things in common,” he used his usual, devilish smirk. I took a deep breath and tried to remain calm but it was impossible, my face was already turning red.

But seriously, what a dramatic change of genres! Charlotte, on the other hand, leaves it at that, and, without showing any interest in me whatsoever, opens her paperback again. I hear the soft slide of the turning page. Once I take a quick glimpse at what she's been reading, it appears to be: Crime And Punishment. In one word: Intense..

The teacher scolds us both, but all I can hear and see is his smile. He fixed me, he’s my serotonin, my very own drug. My feeling for him feels illegal, but he’ll still be my favorite crime. “Mr. Alex Sheperd and Mr. Conan Gray, this is not the time for chit chatting, now answer my question or you’ll meet the principal. “ We faced each other with a smile on our faces. We grabbed our bags and willingly took our punishment. This shocked our professor as he stopped talking until we left the room. We didn’t answer his question, it’s not like we could answer it anyway.

Kicked against his hand playfully. “Never heard of it.” “It’s about caring more about getting someone in prison than committing the crime,” She paused. Staring blankly at the cover. “Well, it’s mostly about only finding women interesting when they’re whorish or evil.” “Maybe you should be reading something happier.” He was now sat beside her, the mattress bending to his weight, her dress crept up the backs of her thighs. “Maybe staying away from books about crime for the time being.” It was hard not to stare at her backside and wonder whether she was without any underwear or in a G-string. After all, they were talking about her father, however veiled it were.