Book Thief Audiobook Novels & Stories

I stole three big candles before exiting the store. I wish the rest of my life was as easy as getting away with stealing. I was more useless than ever in therapy. I wasn't even really listening or making snarky comments about everyone else. "Jovie," Nelson stated. "When was the last time you stole?" I looked at my wrist as though there was a watch there. "Thirty minutes ago." Hobbs looked at me. "Jovie, you stole from the candle shop?" "Yep," I smiled. "It's why my bag smells so good."

He then quickly unzipped it, and Clara was shocked to see a strange big book inside her bag. "How did that get in there?" she asked, her voice trembling with confusion and fear. "Sorry, I placed it in there," Mathias said, bringing out the book from her bag. "How? When?...Why?" she questioned, her eyes widening in disbelief. "From the store. I think it belongs to that old man," Mathias said, his eyes fixed on the old book. "Gary?...you stole the book from Gary!" Clara exclaimed in shock, her heart racing with guilt and anger.

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Eight **** I couldn’t keep going back to the abandoned wing. Not after what I’d felt yesterday,the way the book seemed to hum under my fingers, like it was waiting and watching. Every time I left it on the shelf, I’d lie awake at night wondering if someone else had found it. If Morwen, with her quiet new kindness and old cunning, had sensed its presence. So today, I stole it.

He turned the figurine over, inspecting it with a meticulousness that spoke of years in the trade. “For you,” he said, his voice low. Elena’s eyebrows arched, surprised by the unexpected gesture. She took the figurine, weighing it in her palm. “You paid a lot of money to have me swipe this, why gift it to me?” she asked, her tone neutral. Shadow’s gaze locked onto hers, his eyes glinting in the dim light. “Sometimes, the greatest treasures lie within the fakes.” Elena’s expression remained impassive. She tucked the figurine into her clutch, while she mentally updated the transaction as the weirdest encounter she ever had with a client.

Grumbling a line of curses I headed to his room. “You stole it didn't you?” “Damion I have no idea what you’re talking about. Nobody has been in your room.” Justin's voice echoed down the hall sounded annoyed. I peered around the corner intrigued. Interesting. “If I find you knew something about who stole it I’ll flay you.” Damion threatened icily. Justin snorted shaking his head. I heard two doors close. I waited a second before walking down the hall. For Vivian. I wanted to see her, to know if she was alright.

You read the records while you organised the books. ‘I can’t resist.’ I tried on a huge, innocent smile to beg for forgiveness and the handsome beast’s gaze darkened a shade. ‘What else did you get from your reading?’ I swallowed hard and clapped the crumbs of my hands. ‘Something that didn’t add up to what I got from my family’s records.’ Ralph raised a brow. ‘The theft?’

"The man was wearing a tactical vest. He called Leo's dad, 'The Commander.'" Thorne looked up from the book, his eyes locking onto Theo’s. Behind the spectacles, Thorne’s eyes were no longer kind; they were the eyes of a wolf who had seen cities burn. "Thorne, what is it?" Mia asked, her voice trembling as she stood behind Theo. "What is written in this book is true right?” Mia probed further while Mia remained quiet at the corner. Thorne closed the book with a heavy thud. He reached out and pulled Finn into his lap, his grip firm and protective.

“Midnight tomorrow, Serena. Bring me the ledger, or I will send Sarah back to you piece by piece.” The words looped relentlessly in her mind, accompanied by the echo of Sarah’s agonizing, high-pitched screams. Serena closed her eyes, pressing her palms against her temples as a cold sweat broke out across her skin. This was in a die-or-die situation. If she refused Lorenzo, her sister would be brutally murdered. If she went through with the theft and Victor caught her, the fierce, possessive monster who had just claimed her as his queen would look at her with cold, dead eyes before snapping her neck.

“Right now I’m just the top student. And you? You’re just a girl about to fail her exams because she sees magic bread.” He pointed at the hospital clock. The hands were spinning backward so fast they blurred together. “When it hits midnight, two years ago, you’ll be a child again. And I’ll be the one who finds the Golden Book first.” June glanced at Dante. He stared at her and the young Auditor, his face twisted with confusion and fear. “Who is he, June?” Dante’s voice was small. “Why is he holding you like that?” That’s when June understood. The Auditor wasn’t just turning back time—he was stealing the seeds of her future. If he got the Book before her grandmother could pass it down, the Av

“Keep reading. Try another book if that one seems to say nothing. Truth lies hidden amongst the fabrications of mankind’s fancy.” “Beware the Fae man who will steal you away?” I asked him. His jaw dropped in surprise, and then he laughed, an astonished bark of laughter that echoed around the library, drawing eyes. “Well,” he dropped his voice to a murmur under the reproachful scowl of a librarian. “I stand corrected.” I was in between the rows of books, returning one and searching for another when I heard a scratching noise. Florien popped out of my pocket, flittering before my eyes. “Yes, I heard it,” I whispered to him. “Be careful not to be seen.”