Romans & histoires Bared To You Audiobook

I had pushed her out of the way to protect her, taking the impact myself and ending up paralyzed, never to walk again. One of my kidneys had even ended up failing. However, since Queenie had been pregnant at the time, I had begged the doctor not to tell her to avoid upsetting her. When I had first learned I was paralyzed, I hadn't wanted to burden Queenie and had even considered divorcing her. But she had stubbornly refused, saying she loved me and would stay by my side no matter what. Yet, time could be both cruel and unyielding. The woman who had once said she would always love me and stay by my side had eventually disappeared. Now, as I looked at her holding a knife to Leroy's neck, deman

I tapped 'Accept. Instantly, our streams merged into one giant split-screen, broadcasted to hundreds of thousands of people. On one side were Ethan and Chloe, standing proud, smug, and full of themselves under the bright neon lights of the Brighton Tech exhibition hall. On the other side was me, sitting calmly in my quiet, luxury study, looking completely unbothered. “Bennett!” Ethan’s voice boomed through the audio, dripping with pure, unadulterated disgust. “I can't believe you actually have the shameless nerve to go live right now!”

Chapter 2 With the deal sealed, the bachelor party transformed into something utterly unrestrained. The atmosphere in the spacious living room shifted irreversibly—the casual laughter and clinking bottles gave way to heavier breathing, the air thickening with the musky scent of sweat, arousal, and that of spilled beer. Jade’s portable speaker continued to pulse with its slow, throbbing bass line, the rhythm now syncing with the rising tempo of bodies and desire.

Watching his trembling body, I coldly spat out the final words. "This Blood Oath ceremony is canceled."

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

Chapter 8: The Weight of Whispered Things The morning after the arcade, Black Salt felt heavier. Atlas woke before the sun had fully risen, his room shadowed in the grey half-light that made everything colorless. He sat on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, his eyes fixed on the floorboards as if they held some kind of secret. They didn’t, of course. Nothing did in Black Salt.

His ears turned red as he replied, "You're welcome. I just saw it and thought it was perfect for you, so I bought it." I put the bookmark away and winked at Marcus. "You're being awfully nice to me, Mr. Perfect. Don't tell me you have feelings for me?" He froze, his face burning red. "I-I don't—" I chuckled and rose to my feet. "Just kidding. It's getting late. I'd better head back." "Oh, okay." He nodded hastily. … By the time I stepped out of the library, dusk had already fallen. I hummed a little tune as I headed toward the dorms.

"What do you think I am? I’m human too, with feelings that can be hurt just like anyone else’s. But you don’t care about that, do you? Fine, don’t care;but don’t you dare touch me. Ever again. I’m not your punching bag. Find someone else who will tolerate your abuse. Do you know who the real headache is? It’s you, Zared. You’re the one who’s useless. All your hard work to become a billionaire means nothing if you have no soul. You’re going to die, and your money won’t save you. I couldn’t care less about your wealth. Take your arrogance and show it to someone else, because I’m done. I’m exhausted, Zared. Absolutely exhausted."

The terrible brand on my chest—the numbers '84' was a bright, angry red, leaking sick yellow fluid down my collarbone. I didn't try to pick the heavy tool up again. I just knelt there in the mud, completely still. "Look at this," a cruel voice mocked from the shadows. I didn't look up, but I knew the voice instantly. It was Barek. He was the massive, violent slave who loved to make my life miserable in the tunnels. Barek stepped away from his spot on the rock wall and walked over to me. His heavy boots splashed loudly in the water. A few of the other slaves stopped swinging their tools to watch us. They were always looking for entertainment in this awful, boring place.

My voice carried the heavy, hollow ring of total disillusionment. Bianca reached forward with sudden, chaotic violence, shoving the hot chicory brew off the table. The iron cup shattered against the deck, splashing steaming liquid across the floorboards. "If your vanguard deployed that much support in the past, what is the barrier to deploying it now? You don't see my frame as family! Your wolf has been looking for an extraction route to abandon my sector for a long time!" he roared fiercely.