Bared To You Audiobook Mga Nobela at Kwento

Julian slammed his hand onto the console. The world went Black. But in the darkness, a single, analog sound began to play. Hiss. Click. Whir. It was the 1977 Cassette Tape. And then, a new voice spoke—a voice that was deep, ancient, and sounded like it was coming from Inside your own head. "Chapter 146: The Reader’s Audit. Warning: By continuing to read, you are consenting to a Physical Transfer of Assets. Please check your pulse. Does it feel... Digital?"

Brother, I know you're mad at me and I understand you. I'm sorry for what I have done. I don't want to hurt you and even more, I don't want to separate you and Bea, I just don't have a choice and that's the only way I can think of to keep you from getting in pain. I'm sorry Brother if I hurt you because of what I did. I hope you can forgive me. I tried to call you several times because I wanted to talk to you and tell you everything but you are not answering it. I'll make it up to you, I promise you. I will find her, I will bring her back to you. I will do anything to find Bea. I promise you that. I will do everything to make you happy again. I didn't betray you like you are thinking, I just

’ I continue more softly, watching as the light in his eyes soften with my voice and my plea. ‘I would never leave you without a fight.’ He replies, bending down and capturing me in a whirlwind of a kiss. Someone claps, and we break apart. I look to the side to see Bane standing stark naked in front of his army, his eyes gleaming with mockery and hatred, his cock twitching. Yuck!

A low, resonant purr rumbles through his chest. My entire body reacts, shivers racing down my spine, my magic curling in pleasure. I grip his arm without meaning to, steadying myself as the world tilts. “I know you,” I whisper. His voice is a rumble against my ear. “Torren Brokenbone. Bear King of Hollowfang Peaks.” “And I’m naked,” I mutter, dazed. “Of course I am.”

he questions, his voice tinged with a blend of confusion and guarded curiosity. Standing in close proximity to the cell, the partition of metal bars serving as a tangible barrier, Audrey gathers her resolve. "I came to see you," she reveals, her voice carrying a blend of compassion and unresolved emotions as she confronts the complexities of their shared history and the tangled web of emotions that bind them together.

Chapter 23 Hadley I woke up the next morning rather early, the sun was barely out but I could not force myself to sleep anymore. I felt excited to finally start investigating and hopefully helping people here. I got dressed in comfortable but a little too tight sportswear and a puffy warm jacket. The sound of people talking outside catches my attention and I make my way to the window. Looking down I see Cain and a few other men talking, with Cain’s back to the house. They are semi-naked with only loose pants hanging dangerously low on the waist, giving a sensual view.

“Supreme sovereign…” Bari’s call broke through the explosive atmosphere where none of the older men wanted to give up their claim; he stood in the doorway with a hesitant expression, unsure if he should turn around and run or face the music. He had no idea what just happened in the room, but he knew that he didn’t want to step on the minefield. “Cough…cough…” Cornelius as he tried to regain his composure “What is it?” “Everyone has eaten and was wondering if we were heading back or resting here for the night?” Bari spoke after taking a deep breath, as though he was ready to be at the end of a firing line.

"It is you we have. Your parents are merely leverage. Whether they remain 'safe' or become 'collateral damage' depends entirely on your cooperation in this room." I slumped back, the fight draining out of me. The threat was clear. "Who are you?" I whispered. "You may call me The Auditor," he said. He tapped the ash from his cigarette onto the pristine floor. "I assess assets for the State. And you, Baraka, are a very confusing asset." "I'm not an asset. I'm a human being." "Are you?" The Auditor stood up. He picked up a remote control and pressed a button. A section of the wall lit up—a screen I hadn't noticed before.

“You really think I’d leave you alone with a fever, stubborn attitude, and an IV you might try to pull out just to spite me?” He had a point. Damn it. I turned away, pretending to be offended, “I would not.” “You absolutely would.” “Okay, maybe - but only if I was left bored for too long.” “That’s exactly why I’m here. To keep you company.” "Some company you are! What did you do? Read me a book on how to ruin people's lives? Probably written by you!" "Page 42 is where I mention our story, by the way." His sarcastic reply was not it. I took a deep breathe and turned my head to other side, facing away from him. I cannot believe I slept for this long!

Every sound faded into oblivion as the heavy truth dawned on me. “Bane is dead”