Cherry Jones Audiobooks Novels & Stories

My phone rang loudly and I smiled, picking up my bag and standing up. "I would love to continue this but I don't think I can anymore. Mr Jones will kill me if I were to take too long. See you in the office, Mr Frank. Kindly sign the documents and we'll proceed with everything." I smiled widely. So wide, I felt my cheek muscles about to crack. I walked outside of Bristine, a famous coffee shop around the area, and picked up the call. "You literally saved my life, Cherry. What's up?" I asked.

The passenger window lowered. He wasn’t supposed to speak to her. “Get in,” said the man behind the wheel. His voice was low, frayed with gravel, sex, and authority. She hesitated. He smiled, slow and dangerous. “You’ll catch your death.” She got in. Clark Jamison had come to the old town to buy a property he didn’t care about the convent that backed onto it. Until now.

I told her as I took the phone from her hand. She looked up sharply. "You reading those malicious lies is not in any way helping anything," I said. Her lips pursed. "But you do know—" I interrupted her. "It is being handled, Penelope. Have the croissant and the tea when it arrives." She held my gaze for a moment. "Fine," she said. Then she leaned back in her chair. "Though it would be hard," she started to say just as Clara brought in the tray. "Refreshments are here," she said in a sing-song voice while she set it down.

My two pups are still underage and I won’t allow Masuzyo to hurt them to get to me. “Is there something I can find for you?” she asks. “No, thank you, just point me in the right direction.” She does and I go to the records room, going back two years. I think back, trying to remember the exact day. It was late fall. There was a light dusting of snow on the ground. October. I find the right year, then the right month. Before I find the file, I get a mind link from Atticus. ‘Luca, it’s her. The others are telling Alpha Masuzyo now,’ he tells me in the mind link.

"That's great news, isn't it?" "What sort of marriage is this? I haven't set my eyes on my wife since, after the wedding, I have not shared the joy of watching our babies grow within her. I feel cheated." I could feel the strain in my voice, the emotions I had caged within me threatened to erupt. I wanted to laugh out loud and cry at the same time. Life was unfair. "I will give you a piece of advice, my friend." Josh sounded so serious which was something that happened once in a while.

‘Be confident, act cool, keep him guessing and take full control of the situation. “Well, well, well. Look who it is. If it isn’t Miss Runaway herself!” Lorenzo greeted her. He took her hand and kissed the back of her palm. He smiled at her and she wondered if he knew what effect he had on her. She could never resist his charm. “Hello, Lorenzo." She smiled coyly and held eye contact. That was another trick from Ingrid. ‘Everything could be read by the eyes. So, don’t ever look down or away.’

“Mercy killings. That letter only proves what I suspected all along. Chris is dangerous and the sooner we get him the faster our lives can go back to normal.” Alyssa held on tight to Jayceon backing up as she looked around. The silence now caused her to listen intently. She heard a small ticking sound as she started backing away to the door. “Do you guys hear that?” She asked, looking nervously at them. Jason walked over to his wife holding her and his child safely in his arms. “Sounds like a watch…” He said, looking around for the cause.

“Don't— She was cut short by the sound of my phone ringing on the coffee table, and our gazes both snapped to the device. Holding a finger to her, I picked it up and swiped at the screen to answer. “Hello?” I murmured when I held the device to my ear. “Hello, Ryan,” came a familiar voice on the other end of the device. “Merry Christmas,” he chuckled, and a smile curved my lips. “Merry Christmas, Lewis,” I responded, turning around to face Julia, whose brows were scrunched up in curiosity at the mention of Lewis' name.

I needed this job to be over. I made my way to the designated meeting place where Jace had asked me to meet him. My feet felt heavy and slow. I let out a loud groan, feeling stressed about the whole situation. I spotted Jace’s car parked a few blocks away from the gym. Without wasting any time, I quickly ran toward it and opened the passenger door. Jace looked at me with suspicion in his eyes and cleared his throat. “Why haven’t you returned any of my calls for the past three hours?” he asked, his voice tinged with annoyance.

Cherry went to stay under a thick shade hovering over a shop to shield the sun away from her tender skin and weigh her choice before continuing her journey. Jones, Rex driver drove around the corner where Cherry stood to avoid the traffic ahead, without knowing they were going to meet someone unlikely different. While Jones drove, Rex was scrolling through his phone, then spots someone familiar from the corner of his eyes, he took a glance but returned when he did remember the young lady resting under a tiny shed.