Daring Greatly Audiobook Novels & Stories

Blood dripped from a recently slashed wound on his ribcage and soiled his still-arrogant body, which was exposed by the rip in his shirt. "Get out!" His voice shook as he attempted to send me away, but my feet were stuck to the floor as I stared at him. Then, someone turned off the lights of the conference room and then I saw nothing but darkness inside.

“When I began writing this book, I thought I was chronicling pain. Betrayal. The bare bones of survival. But what I discovered… was that I was actually finding my way back. Back to my own voice. And letting it echo, unashamed, across every room where I was once silenced.” No excerpts. No performative readings. Everyone had already devoured the words. So instead, Sophia made space for voices. And they filled the room like light. A woman stood, trembling, and asked, “How did you ever learn to trust again?” A teenage girl whispered her thanks, saying the book transformed silence into something that no longer resembled shame. And from the back, a man spoke through tears, “My sister left her abus

Please help me, I'm begging you! I looked down, taking in his disheveled, undignified mess, and felt a surge of different emotions inside my chest. I felt some disgust, some irony, and even some pity for him. He had been so full of ambition when he first stepped into the workforce at the company. But now, he'd ended up like this. "You never should have done all those things in the first place. You knew that you'd have ended up like this," I said, trying to free my leg but failing.

"Damien, what book did you read to me? When I was in the coma." He was quiet for a moment. The wind rustled through the trees lining the parking lot. "The Great Gatsby. You loved it. You told me once that it reminded you of hope. Of second chances." Aria's breath caught. "Read it to me now. Just one line. I need to hear your voice." Damien took her hand. His voice was low, rough with emotion. "'So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.'"

Sometimes irritable, David could understand it these days. “It's okay if you don't want to change your decision, but you have to listen to what I have to say!" David was convinced. The affirmation that his grandfather conveyed, did not hinder the desire to convey what he felt so far. Daniel understood, the grandfather must also understand. Fredy kim looked sharper than ever. he compared to Daniel, David was always more courageous when expressing his opinion.

A memory, Randy’s voice: You’re not alone anymore. Brian’s anger: He won’t touch you again. Sandy’s firmness: We’ll help you. Jayden’s steady voice: We’ve got you. That memory gave him a sliver of courage,He gently pulled his face away. “I’m telling the truth,” he whispered, praying his voice wouldn’t shake. The dean’s eyes flashed with irritation. “Fine,” he snapped. “Then listen carefully.” He walked back to his desk, snatched a folder, and threw it down loudly.

Cara found it hard to understand the words that she had just heard even though it was simple spoken English. She sat with pricked ears, "I'm sorry, I don't... I don't seem to understand... What do you mean by... I mean I can't--" "Calm down, take a deep breathe." Romeo said to her. "If you are feeling this excited then just imagine how happy I am. I couldn't believe my own ears when I heard the words from the doctor."

Dimitri groaned as he continued to march up the spiraling staircase. Suddenly, the sound of loud coughs filled the air followed by a loud yelp. Dimitri halted and turned. He was three steps away from the second floor. His eyes widened in panic as he saw grandpa Santini's arms flailing helplessly as he tried to grasp something to regain his footing. But he failed and he watched in horror as the old man tumbled down the five steps he'd managed to climb on his path to pursuing him with a loud yelp. Dimitri gritted his teeth before dashing down the stairs just as the old man landed on the floor of the first floor, coughs tearing past his throat. Dimitri rushed towards him and bent down by his si

This is the section filled with books that will serve as a solution to one's disastrous life battle. I almost lost to the sight of it that almost reach the highest roof. The man behind me said with a husky yet awed-filled voice, “You're right. It was the classic brought upon the battle of oneself. It was written by the very known...” His voice disrupted by his emotion that suddenly flared. His silence and deep breathing was something I thought as a kind of reminisce for something so dare to him. Suddenly my mind flickered, show a devastating scene. “What...” I gasped, step back with my weakened knees. My mind so strange, and it was so far to a possibly acceptable nature. It give me the taste

Her dark brown eyes sparkle complimenting her fair complexion that glows when she exudes gracefully. "Is she the strange faceless girl in my dreams? No, it can't be her. She and the girl in my dream are different. But what if they are just the same? Get your grasp Martin, you are the powerful courageous Lord in this tribe, no one could ever make you feel dumb and powerless. But why do my feet shake and anxiousness is dominating my wholeness?" Martin's gut feeling can never be wrong, even when everything is out of his control.