Audiobook In Cold Blood By Truman Capote นิยาย & เรื่องราว

A violent ringing filled my ears, and my stomach churned in a tight, painful knot. Was this what he called working? I reached for my phone, hands shaking, desperate to capture it all on video. Regardless of how disgusting it was, I needed evidence. I had to have something that would prevent him from ever acting like the loyal fiance again. However, just as I lifted my phone, my elbow accidentally hit the door. Thunk. The dull sound echoed loudly down the silent hallway. Everything instantly came to a halt. Kian jerked his head toward the door. Our eyes met.

Lucien lingered to my right, glancing upward now and then as though expecting something to drop from above. After an hour of steady walking, I began to notice something unsettling: the forest wasn’t just silent—it was listening. The way the leaves trembled when we passed, the way the shadows seemed to lengthen just out of sight… it was as if the Blackwood itself was aware of us. “Don’t speak too loud,” Kael murmured without turning. “Sound carries here. And not just to ears.” I swallowed my questions and kept moving. The first trap came in the form of a shimmer.

Even his feet seemed like someone cut them apart. Her eyes were no longer asking to see anything. The scenes horrified her soul. Anna started panicking when she heard a noise coming from behind the door. A black cat came out from there, and under the soles of those fellows, he made a cross sign using their own blood. She couldn't even utter a word, as if someone stole her voice away. Tears were flowing from her eyes like heavy rainfall. She silently watched everything, how the cat used his sharp claws to peel their skin off, and they had no power to scream.

Devon POV The steering wheel felt cold beneath my palms, but it was the blood—Nadia’s dark, drying blood coating my forearm that felt like lead. Every time I shifted gears, the blood scent filled the cabin, a sickening reminder of the beast I had become to end the nightmare.

I feel like a monster now. "Anything I can do to help." Dr. Emerson led us down a long corridor before opening the door into the lab. Towards the back of the lab the vials of blood were held. Dr. Emerson looked worried about me being around all that blood, as though I would go berserk simply knowing all that blood was there.

Ashabi said in tears and jumping up and down. “Dying ke?” she asked her and the young girl nodded. “She is bleeding.” She explained and the woman looked at her with surprise. “Bleeding…? Where is she?” She said to her and ran toward the house. With Ashabi following closely, Shade was lying on the floor lifeless and there were so much blood on the floor. “Why is there so much blood?” she asked. “I don’t know ma.” She replied. “Oya… hospital. Go and call Boda Segun, we will use his bike.” The woman said to Ashabi and she ran out again.

Then a sudden sound startled him, before he could react, he was on the ground—lights out. *. *. *. A hooded figure stood motionlessly over the body; the killer, watching closely, trying to make sure he was dead. Then he turned around, picked up a heavy rock and finished the job. When it was done, disappeared into the forest, returning a few minutes later, methodical and calm, carrying two cans of liquid, a large bag and a shovel; supplies prepared long before the night. With care, he went to work, skilful gloved fingers poured one of the liquids on the body and another on the rock which was used to deliver the final blow, all evidence erased, there was no rush, he moved with the precision of

They stood like statues, stunned on what just happened, their brain processing the horrifying event, hearts beating in melodic rhythm; fast and deep. Black smokes rose up into the heavens, staining the clean blue sky and filling the air with the smell of burnt grass and oil. All the cries and shouting suddenly fell silent. Even Maddy stopped sobbing; her cloudy puffy eyes were on them. As usual, it was her who always broke the silence. Bringing everyone to talk and in a non-diplomatic argument. "Badbloods" she said in a low growling voice but the hate and anger in it was loud and clear.

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

Without warning, without hesitation, Alexei pulled the trigger. The gunshot was deafening. The man's head snapped back. Blood exploded from the wound, splattering across my face. It was warm and sticky. His body hit the floor with a heavy thud. I stood frozen, trembling as blood dripped down my cheek. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't scream. Alexei had just killed a man right in front of me. Again. And this time his blood was on my face. "He is not one of my men," Alexei muttered under his breath. He stepped over the body and looked at me. His green eyes were cold.