Book Thief Audiobook Novels & Stories

Evelina pulled a book out of her bag that she borrowed earlier in the school library. BAM!!! The thumping sound of the book she put on her desk, sounded very loud because the book was quite heavy and thick. Evelina checks the book and she realizes that she borrowed so much. She didn’t expect that the books borrowed by her were enough. So, no wonder Rissa commented on this morning. “Let’s see what books I just borrowed ...,” murmured while sorting out the book. “There’s a Sherlock Holmes novel, Her Last Word, A Time Return, ... and finally you’re my butterfly?”

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I asked, gritting my teeth as I glared at Cade. "Well, who's to say that you wouldn't try to steal the company's files and data and bring them along with you to sell off to some competitor?" Cade asked with another scoff. "I was just doing this to protect the company's interest. Of course, I had to personally go through everything to stop you from doing that." I quickly calmed down when I saw the fearless look on Cade's face. Then, I took out my phone and started taking photos of the crime scene.

she said, her voice steady. The librarian looked at the form, then at Leila. Her face darkened, her lips curling into a frown that could sour milk. "We don’t have that book anymore. It was stolen." Leila raised an eyebrow. “Stolen? From a library?” The librarian nodded, her expression as flat as week-old coffee. “People are like that. No respect for books anymore.” Leila gave a tight-lipped frown, but her mind was racing. Stolen? Someone had come here and taken Yellen’s work. Not just borrowed—stolen. She had to find out why, but not here. Not now.

All for what, for a damn rogue? A female who will run away the very moment she’s capable. I’m no fool, I see the hurt and longing in her eyes. Like anyone should expect her to stay with the very people who took away everything and everyone she knew. All she had. No wonder she stole from me! She’s never had a sense of loyalty, never had a moral compass. Nevermind that Harrison and his family made all their money off the murders of innocents. That they constantly raided villages and stole. Just like my little thief.

Sophie gave me a smile but didn’t ask questions. Few of my colleagues texted, asking if I’m okay? I ignored their messages cause none of it mattered anymore. That night, I was alone in my small apartment as usual, I placed the stolen book on my bed and opened it under the soft glow of a lamp. It’s time to rewrite my ending. The pages shimmered. Lucian appeared before me, completely free of the library’s time limits. “Did you…steal me?!” he said, he was shock. He stepped closer, touching my face as if he still couldn’t believe it. “What have you done, my love?”

⸻ 🌙 The Real Thief The black door suddenly cracked. ⸻ Darkness poured out. ⸻ A cold voice echoed through the Restricted Archives. ⸻ A familiar voice. ⸻ A voice Ilyaan somehow recognized. ⸻ “Looks like you finally found my chapter.” ⸻ The library froze. ⸻ Every book became silent. ⸻ Every shelf stopped moving. ⸻ Every story waited. ⸻ The black door slowly opened. ⸻ And a woman stepped out. 🖤

Some words didn't need to be spoken, and some people weren't worth wasting even a single word on. I got up and walked to the window. The afternoon sun poured into the studio, warming my workbench and the half-finished brooch lying on it. Beyond the glass, Regalton's sky stretched wide and clear. I returned to my bench and picked up my tools. The crisp, steady sound of metal striking stone echoed through the room. Just like that steady rhythm, my life had stopped pausing or turning back for anyone. The final comments from readers rolled in. "What a satisfying ending. He finally found the peace he'd been searching for."

He swept her into his arms and rushed away without looking back. The crowd's stares seared my skin. I forced myself upright, my knees trembling so violently I could hardly stand. … Back home, I headed straight for Ryan's study. I keyed in Olivia's birthday and heard the safe click open. I braced myself for whatever I might uncover. To my surprise, I felt nothing at all. Inside, there were no treasures, just a single document. I pulled it out. Even after everything that had happened, seeing the proof with my own eyes still made my chest tighten, as if an old wound had been torn open again.

It was pouring, and he knelt before her grave, crying and wailing like a baby. Then, he went home and trashed everything in the house. He saw Gwyneth standing at the room door, her face pale and her lips trembling in fright. "Gram…" she called softly. However, he shoved her aside, rushed into her room, and began ransacking her drawers and wardrobe. Finally, he found a diary she'd hidden away. He opened it up and read every page, one by one. "Gram cooked for me today. It's so yummy! He's the best brother in the world!