Best Ya Audiobooks

Queenie Livingston, my best friend whom I have cared for over the years, gives me a bottle of perfume. I immediately turn around and pour its contents down the toilet. In my previous life, that perfume made me sprout hair all over my body and reek. I was shunned by my colleagues, and my then-boyfriend and superior, Preston Zimmerman, wasted no time in dumping me and hooking up with Queenie. I desperately sought medical treatment back then, but with nowhere left to turn, I died in utter agony and despair. Only after my death did I learn that the grotesque condition was caused by the perfume Queenie had maliciously tampered with. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the exact day Queenie gave me the perfume.

At our college graduation, my fiance suddenly proposed to Lillie Stewart, my best friend, in front of everyone. I became a joke in front of everyone. Right after Lillie accepted my fiance’s proposal, Lloyd Becker, heir to the biggest mafia family on the West Coast, publicly said he loved me. Lloyd was known in the mafia world for being serious and never getting involved with women. So, when he showed an interest in an orphan like me, it made the news. We got married, and for five years, he was so sweet and treated me like a princess. But one day, I accidentally overheard him talking to his friend. “Lillie is already set to become the future lady of the Gacira family. Are you really going to keep the act up with Nelly?” “If I can’t have Lillie, it doesn’t matter who I marry. As long as I’m with Nelly, Lillie can live peacefully.” He even gave Lillie the symbol of the Becker family’s lady. He helped Lillie build her career while letting me fade into the background. After five years of marriage, I finally understood. On our fifth anniversary, I pretended to die in a shooting so he could be with the woman he truly loved. But instead of being happy, Lloyd completely broke down.

My best friend and I had been abducted by the Pendragon brothers—a duo consisting of a religious CEO and a top-billed movie star. We became their secret lovers against our will. "I'm pregnant, Lilith," my best friend said, tears glistening in her eyes. "Me too, Lindsay," I replied softly, caressing my belly. "But I won't go through with it." The brothers heard us. Their control tightened. They watched us during mealtimes, while we slept, and even during our bathroom breaks. We could not endure it any longer, so we fought back. In their anger, the brothers kept mistresses who resembled us. We thought we were free until one day, they found us. They called us homewreckers and hurled insults at us. They broke into our house, scarred our faces, broke our legs, and kicked us until we miscarried. It did not matter how much we tried to explain ourselves. They removed our clothes and paraded us in the street. Finally, the Pendragons arrived. They raised their marriage certificates and declared, "Lilith and Lindsay are our wives!"

On the day I won the national esports championship, my girlfriend of eight years told me she wanted to go on stage and personally present me with flowers. Standing on the podium, my heart was racing. I reached into my pocket to pull out the ring I'd hidden there, ready to propose to her in front of the entire nation. But what happened next shocked me. She giggled and, instead of handing me the bouquet, she gave it to her male best friend. Under the bright lights, they became the center of attention. The crowd cheered, and their congratulatory messages flooded the trending topics. Even his fans tagged me in posts, mocking, [I told you not to get in the way of our couple, now look at you.] I simply posted on Twitter, [Respect and blessings. Please be locked together forever.]

When I return to the day I discover my husband, David Stone, is cheating on me, I immediately switch shifts with my colleague. In my previous life, David had been fooling around with my best friend, Roxanne Lane, in his car when they got into an accident and were rushed to the hospital. When I received the news, I hurried there at once and saw them tangled together, naked, in the aftermath of the wreck. My colleague operated on them, and both of them survived. However, the shock was too much for me, and I passed out. When I woke up, David sent me divorce papers, demanding that I leave the marriage empty-handed. Citing his affair, I demanded half of his assets. In response, he sneered, "Me? Cheating? Where's the evidence?" That was when I remembered that I had fainted before taking any photos. The hospital's surveillance cameras happened to be down that day, leaving me without a shred of proof. I lost the case and walked out with nothing. On the day of the divorce, broke and numb, I stumbled out of the courthouse and was hit by a car. Now, the moment I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day David and Roxanne are taken to the hospital.

In high school, I had finally worked up the courage to confess my feelings to my longtime crush. The next day, he disappeared from my life without a word. Heartbroken and furious, I moved on and started dating someone else, leaving him behind in my memories. Years passed, and I thought I had buried that part of my life. But ten years later, fate threw us back together—this time, he was my new boss. Not just any boss, but my boss’ boss. I had no idea how to face him, but one thing was clear: resigning suddenly felt like my best option.

My best friend's brother and I have been dating for half a year, and she has no clue. My best friend drags me out on Christmas for a singles' night out. Unexpectedly, we see her brother, Chris Lambert, holding hands and kissing a girl under the fireworks. "Damn, Chris finally got the school belle!" She looks thrilled and pulls me forward to say hi. Chris awkwardly rubs his nose and introduces me to his girlfriend, "This is my sister, and the one beside her is… sort of like my sister too." I smile silently. We have held hands and kissed, yet now, I am just sort of like his sister.

Isang ubod lalim na paghinga ang ginawa ni Anya bago inilibot ang tingin sa kanyang paligid. Pagkatapos ay sinuot niya ang de- kulay na salamin sa mata. Sinukbit ang signature na shoulder bag at maingat na hinila ang katamtamang maleta. Marahan siyang naglakad palabas ng paliparan. Dalawampu’t taon ang lumipas ng lisanin niya ang bansang Pilipinas para manirahan sa Amerika. Baon ang labis na hinagpis at pagkabigo sa pag-ibig ay nakipagsapalaran sya sa ibang bansa. Kaya naman ngayon sa muling pagtapak ng kanyang mga paa sa bansang kanyang tinakasan ay may kung anong pakiramdam sa dibdib niya ang hindi niya sukat mawari. Isa lang ang sigurado si Anya naroon pa rin ang bigat sa puso niya. Tila nanariwa ang pighati na dulot ng nakaraan. May butil ng luha na gustong bumukal sa sulok ng kanyang mga mata. Agad niyang pinawi iyon at pinuno ng hangin ang nagsisikip na dibdib. Mayroon siyang mahalagang pakay sa kanyang pagbabalik. Iyon ay ang lalaking kanyang inibig ng wagas subalit nagawa niyang talikuran. Subalit lagi na’y naroon ang katanungan sa isip niya. Kaya ba niya itong harapin? Handa ba siyang anihin ang poot at galit ni Clark sa kanilang muling pagtatagpo? Pagka’t ang tingin na ng lalaki sa kanya ay isang talusira.

Ang kapangahasan ni Rose ang nagdala sa kanya sa isang malaking panganib. Kung saan sa malayong probinsiya at liblib na bayan sa Cotabato siya ay napadpad. Habang nasa biyahe ay hinarang ang kanyang sinasakyang bus ng mga masasamang loob. Binitbit siya ng mga armadong lalaki na may nakakatakot na mga pagmumukha. Animo mga buwitreng gutom na nakakita ng karneng pag-aagawan sa katauhan niya. Nanganganib siyang malapastanganan. Subalit sa kabila ng takot ay hindi pinanghinaan ng loob si Rose. Dinala sya ng grupo sa kuta ng mga ito at ginawang bihag. Sa puntong iyon alam niyang nasa panganib ang kanyang buhay lalo na at natipuhan siya ni Horan ang mabagsik na pinuno ng mga bandidong dumukot sa kanya. Napasakamay siya sa pangangalaga ni Dimitri. Ang lalaking may mala-leon na lisik ng mata. Ngunit Imbis na mas lalong mangamba sa kaligtasan ay natagpuan niya ang sariling nais na mahulog sa mga bisig ng lalaking tulisan.

After our class reunion, my best friend naturally expected me to play chauffeur and drive everyone home. I agreed. However, halfway down the road, a limited-edition luxury car slammed into the back of my car. The owner, who claimed to be a wealthy businessman from overseas, waved off the idea of filing an insurance claim. He said the crash was fate, and with a grand gesture, handed the luxury car over to me on the spot. From that day on, I drove the million-dollar luxury car every day, until jealousy consumed my best friend. She secretly sabotaged my car, and it ended with my death in a fiery wreck. My boyfriend turned on me, insisting I had simply fallen asleep at the wheel. My parents, unable to bear the shock, both died of heart attacks. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the reunion.