Body Keeps The Score Audiobook Novels & Stories

"My number is on the sticky note on the fridge." Gripping the box tightly, I choked on my breath, dumbly nodding my head. "Thank you." *** So maybe beginning of thoughtful Aiden era? Also this book has 8k subs? That’s insane thank you and welcome new readers :D ***

I smile at him in return “Okay, thank you” I go back to my book, flipping through the pages every once in a while, shouts coming from the television drawing my attention whenever a team scores or misses a goal. Soon enough I begin to feel thirsty, I note the page I’m on and flip the book closed, inhaling deeply, I bring my hands to rest on either side of my body before getting up slowly, the moment I lift slightly I feel hands on my shoulders and upper back “Are you feeling okay?” his voice is calm.

Something inside me tightened up. He had that same disconcerting calm, like he was too good for nerves. I hated that. Ms. Robbins squeezed my shoulder. “You’ve got this, Isidora. He’s good, but you’re better.” I believed that. All the way through, right until I saw the scores. There it was. 1st — Dante Vale. Score: 94. 2nd — Isidora Hayes. Score: 93. One point. One single point.

"If I remember right, you've still got one scratch card left, don't you? Don't come crying poor to me. I'm not falling for that! If you're so capable, do what you did when you got into college and won all those scholarships. Use your luck!" The call cut off abruptly. When I tried again, her phone was off. The single remaining scratch card in my hand suddenly felt impossibly heavy. I did not dare scratch it. I was terrified it would be another loss. When the semester started, my weight had been normal. Now I was severely malnourished. At five foot five, I weighed only 73 pounds. Blue veins showed through my skin. There was not a trace of color in my face. When I got back to the dorm, no one w

I felt no pain, if it was before today, trust me to feel the pain immediately, though it’s going to bring blood later. Hearing her voice was like I’m dreaming. “Where are you? What’s going on?” I asked all my questions, not waiting to miss a chance. “I’m…” I waited, but only heard quick breathing, and some sound of clashing objects, then footsteps. “Calm down, and tell me where you are.” I encouraged in a low voice, who knows Asher might have a recorder in here? I hope not. The way I’m frightened, I definitely needed to be told to stay calm, it was like I’m featured in a horror movie.

My chest tightened with helpless rage as I looked up at the scoreboard. STEPHANIE: 43. AKIRA: 60. I glanced at the timer. Three minutes left. I couldn’t let this continue. I couldn’t let Akira win by spilling more blood. Clenching my jaw, I sprinted after her, my determination fueling every step. I started shooting apples off the slaves’ heads before Akira could reach them, saving as many as I could. The crowd erupted into cheers again, but I barely heard them. All I could focus on was stopping her.

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'LADIES AND GENTLEMEN' he said with a deep masculine voice Karen immediately felt chills run down her spine. 'Even tho I lose my memories, I will never forget his voice' she whispered under her breath 'Let's begin' The echo of his voice lingered for a while around the room 'One two , One two...' She tried concentrating 'Jeez what's happening to me? I can't even concentrate anymore' After an hour of the workout, Karen was sweating profusely and was trying to catch her breath when Quinn jogged towards her

I shook my head, "No, whatever you find out, tell me everything. I want results, and I want leads." Madman laughed, "Okay, interesting." After that, Madman rolled the book into a ball and used it to knock Big Man, who was doing push-ups underneath him, "Don't just listen to us, move, Bitch." Big Man said, "I'm not eavesdropping, I just forgot how many push-ups I've done." Madman sat firmly on Big Man's back and opened the book while saying, "Just did the 69th one, come on, 100 to finish."

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