Big Nate Audiobooks Novels & Stories

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And I began feeling that Auntie Benta was also Dave's target that day. But just before dad could move forward, Auntie Benta turned around, her face tear striken. “Big Bunny...” she called.

“You’re late.” Aurora slid her notepad from her coat and wrote: Accident on Route 9. I apologize. He read it, then let the corner of his mouth curl—not into a smile, but something more… interested. Like a predator watching unfamiliar prey. “No voice. No past. No references. Just a silent girl who wants a job in my home.” She didn’t flinch. Instead, she wrote quickly: I have training. I’m CPR certified. I taught at a special needs facility for four years.

I grew up in an orphanage, believing I would never have a family of my own. Then I earned a scholarship to one of the country’s most prestigious universities, where I met Dominic Thomas—the billionaire heir and the love of my life. Despite his mother’s fierce disapproval, Dominic chose me. After his father’s death, we got married, and I believed our love could overcome anything. I was wrong. Just two years into our marriage, our once-perfect love began to crumble when I couldn’t give him the one thing he wanted most. A child. After a doctor declared me infertile, Dominic’s love turned into cold indifference. He brought his pregnant mistress into our home, handed me divorce pap

“Oh, you haven’t told her yet?” “Told me what?” Allie raised her brow. Ben cunningly smiled. “Oh, just this!” He pulled his mobile and holding Nates eyes pressed on the play button. A harsh static sound echoed around the room before they heard the familiar sound. Two voices. There was just enough volume to their conversation to be heard in the stillness of the room. It played the recording of them talking them about the bet. Allie fell half-forward and gripped the footboard of the bed.

Nate Nate lit a cigarette, the flame briefly illuminating the sharp lines of his face. He exhaled slowly before speaking again."Your revenge is ours now. Tell me, where’s Bruno?" A flicker of something unreadable passed through his eyes as he added, "And the Crowned Trinity."

“Look what we have here.” I recognized that voice. Nate. He was bigger than me. Older. Louder. Cruel. “Hey, blind boy,” he continued, circling me. I could hear his footsteps moving around, deliberately slow. “I heard that blind people have excellent hearing since they can't see. So why don't you touch me? Come on. You can find me if you listen very carefully, right?” Laughter followed. Not just his. His friends were there too. I could hear them shifting, whispering, laughing under their breath like hyenas.

Zander: See you at the restaurant. Nathan: Bye.

He nudged me on my arm lightly, his cologne filling the space. “See, I don’t bite.” I wanted to scream. Instead, I steadied my breathing and pulled the books from my bag, stacking them on the table. Each one landed with a dull thud. But somehow, Dean didn’t even flinch. Great. He leaned closer instead. “So…what are we doing first?” I flipped open my notebook. “We’ll begin with balancing reactions.” I replied, keeping my eyes straight. He let out a sharp breath. “Sounds terrifying.”

I lifted my gaze toward the sky and muttered, "It's time for Bexley City's change." Austin spat out a bitter laugh. "Don't play tricks with me. Bexley City is my territory. Do you really think you can overturn my power here?" I met his sneer with a cold smile. "Your territory? Do you truly believe a single city can stand against an entire nation?" Even as my words faded, the phone in his pocket shrilled. He glanced at the screen, froze, and hastily answered. "H-Hello, Mr. Cromwell, I—" The furious voice on the other end cut him off. "Austin, you ungrateful bastard! I invested in your pathetic little company, treated you with kindness, and now you've dragged me into disaster?"