Boundless Audiobook Novels & Stories

For a moment, she thought she couldn’t breathe anymore. One of the executives said softly, “Mr. Harrington, we were just starting.” Harrington. The name hit her like a slap. Adrian Harrington. Billionaire. Powerful. Ruthless. She had read about him in news articles. Business magazines. But standing in front of him was nothing like reading words on a page. He was real. He was here. And he was watching her like a hunter watching his prey. Camilla forced her voice to work. “As I was saying…”

His words began to slur and his body started leaning sideways on the stool like a tree hesitating whether to fall right or left. I managed to grab him before he hit the floor. His weight nearly took me down from the stool. No music. No laughter. The club was empty. Just me and this stranger. “Nova,” he slurred. “Take me home.” I kept my eyes on this stranger leaning against me in a bar that was about to close and thought about how nothing had gone the way I wanted it to. He looked exhausted. The kind of exhaustion that doesn't get fixed by mere sleep.. “I’m not Nova,” I said.

"I am not an asset on your balance sheet. I have a degree, I have dreams, and I have a family that loves me—things your money will never be able to buy." Elias took another step closer. He didn't tower over me in a clumsy way; he held space with a quiet, terrifying confidence. He reached out, his hand hovering for a second before he tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear. His touch was cold, electric, and entirely unwelcome. I shivered, and his eyes darkened as he noted it.

This is your absolute last chance. She quickly followed her aunt down the dock. Prince de Conty was a beautiful ship. Olivia was becoming more and more nervous. She had never left the outskirts of the castle for very long and now she was going to a completely different country. “ Can I do this?” she thought as she froze in her tracks staring at the ship. Suddenly Brielle was there and put her arm around Olivia’s shoulders reassuringly. “It’s ok I am right here beside you. We will do it together.” Olivia looked at her aunt with tears in her eyes and gave a weak smile then nodded her head.

Tears streamed down my face as I whispered, “I’d rather face death than continue to suffer at the hands of Alpha Tristan.” Hailey’s voice trembled as she tried to reassure me. “Fiona, you have to be strong. Endure it a little longer, and soon, you’ll gain your freedom. Breaking the law isn’t the solution to your problems.” I sniffled and wiped my tears with the back of my hand. “But, Hailey, it’s unbearable. I can’t take it anymore.” Hailey leaned in closer, her voice filled with compassion. “Listen to me, Fiona. You’ve already bonded with Alpha Tristan, and that means something. Breaking that bond is not the way to find peace. You can do this, just hold on a little longer.”

In the blinding brightness of the room, the blood looked unnaturally dark, almost black. "There is a beautiful vulnerability to the human body," the Director said. He sounded entirely conversational, his voice smooth and untroubled over the sound of my ragged, choked breathing. "We think we're so strong, so invincible when we're running through the shadows. But we're really just water, bone, and nerves. And nerves, Elara, are so incredibly easy to manipulate. They are the ultimate biological design flaw."

Hello Lovely People! Don't forget to Rate my book with 5 stars, share the book with your friends and your voice in the comment section. Also read the other work of mines i.e. 'Sealed Desire' . Now enjoy! *** "Please stop!" Silence. "I beg you to stop..." My voice couldn't hold the strength anymore as it cracked by the end of my sentence. The tap of my shoes and my whimpers were the only sounds to be heard as I sprinted through the corridor, my eyes fixed upon the figure with curly, fluffy, dark brown hair with a lean back, as it continued it's path through the endless corridors.

"If he doesn't wake up, then just let him sleep more, alright? He'll wake up when he's rested enough." "No, Mom, but… the doctor said Dad went to heaven and won't ever wake up again. Mom, come save him!" Leroy's voice broke into sobs, and then Timothy's voice came through the phone. "Ms. Jorian, please come back. I'm not lying; your husband has passed away—" "Enough. Niels is really regressing. He must have become mentally twisted from being homebound. Why else would he get you to help him fabricate something so ridiculous?"

“This is just a relaxer, it’s a leave-in treatment that will soften your beard and make it more manageable.” “It smells nice,” Austin remarked and Rafaella smiled brightly again. She moved to the barstool and his head was tilted again. With a comb she parted his hair and selected a wide area on top of his head. Her fingers worked deftly but softly and Austin closed his eyes. The buzz of the clippers had him open his eyes again and he turned his head to look at her. She raised an eyebrow and he turned his head to the front again. She had her own aura of strength and Austin smiled a little as she asserted herself.

My legs felt weak as I sank onto the edge of the couch, pressing my hands to my face. My phone buzzed in my bag just as I tried to calm down, a new message. The restricted floor you are thinking about? Access changes every Friday. If you’re still interested, we should talk. There was no name attached, just an unknown number. I furrowed my brow as i stared at the screen. Who the hell was this?