Body Keeps The Score Audiobook Novels & Stories

That shut everyone up. Even Jax stayed silent. The screen shifted again. REWARD: LIFE POINTS GRANTED Numbers began appearing in front of every survivor. Floating white digits. Cold and bright. Lena stared as numbers formed in front of her. +35 LIFE POINTS Her breathing stopped. Her trembling fingers reached toward it. The numbers moved with her. Real. Solid. Proof. “This…” Her voice shook badly. “This decides if I live again…” Noah stared at his own numbers. “Twenty-eight…”

The fear of losing my family is eating me even without it getting started. “I know how hard this is for you buddy, but you have to collect yourself!” Mason now looking at me directly. “We cannot help you throughout all of these mess! You need to focus on your goal!” I breathed a bitter laugh. “I don’t think this is still football, buddy!” “You have to imagine like it is buddy! Don’t forget you are the quarterback! Everybody expects nothing from you but the best!” Mason continued taunting me. “And never forget what at stake in this game buddy, your precious Yanna!” Kyle said interrupting my mind as to remind me this is not a simple game anymore.

“Just keep going. We have thirty more seconds to beat their score.” Henry and Nancy surrounded us, their eyes locked onto the screen. “No way,” Nancy said. We fired our rifles like there was no tomorrow. In just the few minutes I'd played, I figured out the way the game scored hits. It became just numbers to me. The clock counted down and with three seconds to spare, Carter and I blew past the twelve thousand points that we needed to win. I finished off the last shot, taking a goose out of the air. I watching it spin to the ground, disappearing behind a bush. The timer finished and our final score was nearly fourteen thousand. I pointed the the gun upward and then pretended to blow the smoke

"The best option now is for you to redo your senior year with Nicole. I'll see you on campus one year from now. Nothing's going to change during this time. It's not a big deal." Not a big deal? My whole body started to shake uncontrollably. "Preston Nolin, do you know what a 626 score means?" I asked. "It's the top one percent in the entire state. "I woke up at 4:30 am and went to sleep at midnight every day. I was doing practice exams even on New Year's Day. I threw myself into studying for three straight years to get that 626, and you say it's 'not a big deal' and that I should just redo my senior year?"

"We just gave it a body." [END OF BOOK 1 ARC]

I just hoped he’d have some sense and know when to stop. I didn’t reply. Just as I was about to block him, his call came through. I hung up, but it rang again. With no other choice, I answered. Finn’s voice was thick with anger. “Ruth, you have three minutes. Come out and explain yourself.” I replied casually, “Finn, your bet is over now, isn’t it? And you seemed pretty satisfied with the result.” There was a deep inhale on the other end, like he was holding something back. I was about to hang up when his tone suddenly shifted.

"I kept the textbook open on the desk and left the stream running on my laptop next to it." "That is not actually watching the game, Maeve." "I looked up from the page whenever the commentators raised their voices for a goal," she said, and I could hear the small shift in her tone. "Declan, you scored twice tonight. I looked up both times." I leaned my head back against the headrest, looking out at the cold mountain air hitting the windshield, and for a few seconds, the distance felt normal. It felt like the kitchen table, the cheap pasta, and the bond doing its full, close, ordinary thing. Then the illusion faded, and I was back in a rental car in a Colorado parking lot with two thousand mi

Sophie. Morning. Hope you survived the gala and Carter’s temper. Sending you some links—audio books and podcasts. Not just Pilates, but history, politics, even Austen. You don’t need paper to learn, Amber. There are other ways. The words doubled and slid. I could read, I always could, but when nerves were bad the letters fought me, mocking. I tapped the text-to-speech icon. The phone’s voice was flat, but at least it didn’t laugh when my brain twisted words. Wellness. Pilates basics. U.S. history. Austen. Relief spread through me so fast I almost laughed.

No bad men. “Read,” Alex said. To Adrian. Not me. “Dada reads on Day 1. That’s rule.” _Silence. 8:45 PM._ Adrian picked up book. Opened it. Cleared throat. Not CEO voice. Not witness voice. Dada voice. “Once upon a time,” Adrian read. 58 BPM. “There was a house. That was not a court. That was not famous. That was not bad. That was just… home.”

The man who kicked me aside to protect Yvette. His mocking voice mixed with my parents' insults and Yvette's smug laughter, pounding into my skull. It hurt. The memories spun out of control, collapsing into endless red. Good. I finally wouldn't have to be his toy anymore. *** Third-Person POV Outside Ridgefield High's testing site, Govind held an umbrella over Yvette and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead. "Don't be nervous. Just focus on the test." Yvette nodded shyly and leaned against his chest.