Audiobook Night By Elie Wiesel Novels & Stories

Chloe asked. “Of course,” Zane said then reached into what I had thought was an emptied picnic basket to pull out the book in question. I took it with a laugh and opened it up. “One day the Emperor received a large parcel, in which was written ‘The Nightingale.” “‘There we have a new book about this celebrated bird,’ said the Emperor.

Nadia turned pages at regular intervals, her eyes tracing lines she didn't fully absorb. At twelve-forty, the chill of the deep night began to creep inward from the glass windows. Nadia closed her book, the sound small but definitive in the room, and stood up. "Goodnight," she said, smoothing down her cardigan. Caiden looked up from the dying hearth, his dark eyes fixed on her face for a lingering second. "Goodnight," he said.

While Edward on the other hand remained on the phone even as night fell. Kelvin had already read Aiden an entire storybook, and Aiden fell asleep at the end of it. Soon after, Kelvin found himself yawning uncontrollably. He glanced at the clock to see the time, he realized it was nearly midnight he decided to go to bed without waiting any longer.

I nodded slowly, realizing what his answer truly meant: the Living Book wasn't here. Whether he didn’t trust me, or the danger was too great to carry it along, I didn’t know. But I stopped searching. Instead, I buried myself in the small cube Zevarion had gifted me, fingers working it restlessly as I tried to anchor my thoughts in the memory of his warmth, his arms, his voice. Each night grew colder. Each morning, darker. And then, on the eleventh day, just as the book had warned, we reached it. The horses slowed, snorting uneasily. Even the wind stilled, as though the very earth held its breath.

In in the bedroom, massaged their skin with lotion and helped them into the night clothes. They scrambled beneath the covers. Alec grabbed a book from the nightstand. 'Guess How Much I Love You'. He glanced at me and smiled. “Classic?” “The best,” I said, settling beside Eloise. As he read, their eyes lit up, then grew dreamy. By the time he reached the last page, I love you right up to the moon… and back, Damian was already snoring. We kissed each forehead, tucked the covers close, and tiptoed out of the room. But left the door slightly open.