Audiobook The Picture Of Dorian Gray นิยาย & เรื่องราว

While I took my phone and opened N*****x, I searched for the Bridgerton series and added it to my list. He came back after ten minutes with the first two books, Daphne and Anthony’s story. He settles back into bed with me and hands me The Duke and I. I start reading out loud and after the first two chapters, Blake tells me that we should switch to the audio book so it would be easier for us and I won’t have to stress myself reading out loud.

It was as if the book had formed a face that had no eyes or mouth but dents of them in a sculpture-like figure that indicated they were there. The face smiled at me and the book closed itself. The face popped on the cover of the book and looked at me. The book then floated in the air and eyed from head to toe with a stinky look. "'Who dares open the Gem of Alizon?!"' The words were loud and echoic, pretty dramatic. But I wasn't impressed. "Elliot Vile, the devil of the twentieth century," I answered, getting an immediate reply. "'What does the Devil seek in his Gem?"'

"Ohh... hmmm. I-I w- was just... I was just... I was just having a hard time understanding something that I have read from the book. I was busy pondering over it, that is why I was in a daze." Audrey tried her best not to stutter as she gave her friends an on the spot lie with a straight face. "Errr... I think you would really have a hard time understanding something if you would read a book that way." Niccoli said to Audrey as he looked at the book that she was holding. The others also looked at the book in Audrey's hand and it was only at that time did they noticed what was wrong with the book. "MEOW" [You are reading the book upside down, little lass.]

Fifty Shades of Grey. He remembered the time Rohan came to his house with this exact book, laughing like crazy because his stepdad had caught one of his stepsisters, only twelve years old, trying to read it. The man had lost it. To make things worse, Harry had read some of it out loud, and both Rohan and Skull had nearly passed out from laughing. And now here it was, in Daisy’s hands. Why in the world was sweet Daisy reading this nonsense? And worse… why did the thought turn him on? Jaxon dropped into the seat beside her and noticed how she tensed slightly. “You read this stuff?” he asked, managing to keep a straight face, though it was hard.

The exhaustion beneath his eyes was little compared to what his body spoke. The lecture hall was already half full when he slipped inside. Soft murmurs drifted through the room as students settled into their seats. Rabbit took his usual place near the front but close enough to hear clearly, far enough to avoid attention. He laid out his notebook with meticulous precision. Top left corner: date. Centered title: ENG 342 — Gothic Literature. Beneath it, he wrote neatly: The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde He paused, staring at the words. A story about beauty.

Dorian's voice sounded grave, which only added to my growing anxiety. "Dorian, I found something strange at home, in my father's solitude area," I said, my voice shaking a little. "It's an old book with strange markings and diagrams of creatures I've only ever seen in my dreams. I don't know what it means Dori, and I don't know why I feel it's related to Carla's death." Tears were already gathering in my eyes. "Switch the call to video." He said. I did as he asked, "It's a book," I said, holding it up to the phone.

Shitty even –anything but remorse. "Whatcha love birds talking about?" Devon popped behind them like an actual ghost on Halloween. "The fuck!" Like a scared cat, Adrian's skin crawled, and his hair went static. Of course, he didn't make it it noticeable. "When - how did he get here?" He watched Devon flip to their front, dragged a stool closer, and dropped on it. He had his hands under his chin, and this go-on-I'm-listening smile stretched on his face. "Don't scare me like that Devon!"

So Proserpina moves on to the next row, then the next one, and the next one, on and on until she was literally kneeling like a child on the floor when she finally comes across a book third to the last on the bottom row in between a skinny book and leather bound one; the book was silver-gray, small and light in her hands and the cover seemed to have some sort of glossy material in it as it twinkled when she turned it here and there… ‘Kind of a child’s storybook,’ she noted. The book was almost as big as her palm and seemed to have pages as what one would expect from a novelette. She carefully opens it up to the first page–not wanting to have a repeat of another destroyed book because a destro

"She has no idea what she really is." "Then it's time she learned." Dorian started down the hill. I grabbed his arm. "Wait! If you just rush in, you'll get us all killed." "So what's your plan, prophecy boy?" I pulled the old book from my bag. "I need five minutes with her alone. She needs to see this." Dorian looked suspicious but nodded. "Create a distraction, you say? That I can do." Before I could stop him, Dorian shifted—faster than any wolf I'd ever seen. His huge black form tore down the hillside, howling a challenge that shook the trees.

No harm done. Olivia opened the book, but she didn’t understand it. Her hands shook while the book glowed with a ghoulish amethyst light. She dropped it and moved away when smoke spiraled from it. At the same time, Olivia heard an eerie cackle and saw the vision of a tall elegant woman dressed in a black gown. The little girl stared open-mouthed at the lady with crimson, lilac hair and yellow horns protruding from her head. Olivia’s body trembled.