Bridge To Terabithia Audiobook Novels & Stories

the speed increased, we caught up with the others and even surpassed them. The further we went the chiller the air became, even the day darkened unnaturally, my heart nearly leaped into my arms on sighting what was before us. A long endless bridge, carved with skulls, some in their wolf form, some in their human form, the bridge rumored to have no end. “You can't be serious. It actually exists” I muttered, “forged from the bones of everyone who failed to pass,” Cain’s voice turned solemn, “Aria, shut your eyes,”

My words were meant to comfort, but they felt hollow even to my own ears as we stood before the treacherous bridge spanning the darkness below. Olivia fell silent for a moment, then nodded slowly, "Okay," she said, her voice barely louder than a whisper. "Let's go, then..." And so with her words as our starting shot, I stepped onto the bridge first, the others following close behind. The bridge shuddered with each step, the flames dancing wildly below. With slow, heavy steps I began to cross, the bridge shaking more violently with each footfall. I could feel the heat of the inferno below, the bridge beginning to splinter.

The night before we are supposed to make our marriage official at the town hall, I decide to leave my fiance, Don Luca Camorra. For five years, Luca's friends have believed I'm nothing more than a gold digger. No one believes it more than Giulia Sereni, the girl who grew up alongside him. She claims that a woman like me—a girl who claws her way out of the slums—can never hide the greed in her eyes. So, to prove that I love Luca for who he is, not for his money, I don't spend a single cent of his money throughout all those years. Even the engagement rings we exchanged five years ago are carved from wood. But when Giulia finds out, she only sneers. "Someone who asks for nothing usu

"You exist between them, like me. But differently." Thaddeus smiled, pleased. "Clever child. Yes, I am like you. A bridge. But I was born centuries ago, when such things were less rare. I've learned to sustain my nature through discipline and knowledge that others have forgotten." "You're a bridge too?" Luna leaned forward, fascinated. "But you're old. Really old. How?" "Because I learned the techniques that you have not yet discovered. Methods to sustain bridge nature beyond natural lifespan. Ways to filter the overwhelming information, to set boundaries, to thrive rather than merely survive." He pulled out an ancient leather-bound book. "I've written it all here. For you."

Hera turns her head and gives him a nod before moving quietly forward. The bridge looks like an old wooden bridge that’s barely standing. Many of the planks are missing and she will have to be careful not to fall into the water below. She peaks over the side of the cliff and sees an enormous looking man, snoring loudly, his chin on his chest. She looks on the other side and sees another huge man, laying on his side, looking like boulders, instead of a person. With every exhale he makes, he sends waves pushing out into the river. “Slow and steady wins the race, Hera.” Buppig says in her ear.

I tell him, looking at the TV. "So, it was like a six-hour cold? I don't understand." "Your mom is going to start yelling at you." "No, I told her I was going to visit you and bring you your homework." He puts my backpack on the couch and then sits down next to it. "Mrs. Sahin said we have to read four chapters tonight and I thought we could do it together to make it less boring." He pulls out the copy of Bridge to Terabithia, issued by the school, and starts flipping through it.

He did not care that we brought that pathetic human boyfriend of his precious Bridge to him for interrogation. What he did to Chelsea in his throne room, was the last straw for me. “I have nothing left,” she told me that night as she stared off at the wall, while lying in a fetal position. I had to think of something fast. At first, I thought that if we could just get him that damn Bridge, then we would be free to go, but both of us know that it will not end with the human female; he will always want more.

Settling down in his chair, Micheal procced to complete his outstanding work when Autumn's table lit up, catching Micheal's attention as his eyebrows furrowed. Placing down his pen, Micheal picked up the table as he stared at the screen in curiosity. Unlocking the screen with one swipe, Micheal's eyebrows shot up in shock and amusement. On the screen was an audiobook entitled 'My Filthy Girl'. Micheal glanced at Autumn, who slept peacefully before looking back at the table as his body tensed up. Glancing down at the headphones that lay on his desk, Micheal forcefully swallowed before he picked them up and placed them in his ear. His shaky finger then pressed play as music immediately filled

It made Alexander’s chest tighten. “Breathe,” Caleb said softly. Alexander breathed in. “Tell me what you hear.” “The wind,” Alexander whispered. “The trees. A bird somewhere to the left.” “What else?” Alexander listened harder. At first, nothing came. Then the world widened. He heard water moving under ice far away. He heard the soft step of a rabbit beneath a fallen branch. He heard the beat of Caleb’s heart behind him, deep and steady. The sound pulled at him in a way that made his own heart answer.

Between them, Caspian and Briar were nestled into a pile of blankets. Toby reached over and tapped a small, portable speaker. A soft, acoustic melody began to drift through the corner—something light and rhythmic that drowned out the distant, mechanical hum of the vault’s life-support systems. "Look at this, Briar," Sarah whispered, her voice forced into a cheerful, melodic lilt that didn't match the haunted look in her eyes. She held up a small, wooden wolf carving, making it "dance" across the blanket. "He’s going on a mountain adventure. See?"