Book Thief Audiobook Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry I yelled—” He waved her words away, another cough rumbling in his chest. A moment later, the threat swallowed, he cleared his throat, the tissue still in hand. “That one’s good,” he said, his eyes on the red book clutched to her breasts. “But it’s damaged.” “Yeah.” She looked at it. “The end is missing.” “Some of these books have no end,” he said with a shrug. He took a step, pulling near. “Their histories, the stories, sometimes they take them. Steal them.” He extended his hand. “May I?”

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?’

“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.

The bond they’d forged in the Deep Pantry was slipping away, fading like smoke. June’s hand shot to her belt. The weight—gone. Her heart hammered. The Golden Book was dissolving, turning into a swirl of white mist. “No!” She tried to grab it, but her hands slid right through. “Not the recipes. Not the proof!” The Book vanished. Everything around her blurred. People started walking backward. Cars zipped by in reverse. The Auditor’s voice crashed down from the clouds, young and smug, like he’d just heard a good joke.

The day before the college entrance exam, the class belle everyone adored stepped onto the podium. "I wasn't going to tell anyone, but I couldn't bear to let you all miss this opportunity. There's a hidden rule in this year's college entrance exam system. If you soak your answer sheet, it'll be transferred for a special manual review by top universities." I froze, staring at her for a long while before finally blinking dumbly. In my previous life, those exact words had been enough to make someone as dull as me lose my composure for the first time in my life. I ran to get the teacher and stopped the entire class from soaking their answer sheets. In the end, the class belle failed the exam