Daring Greatly Audiobook Novels & Stories

Everything felt ecstatic and hopeful. But that asshole, Sean, should meet my fists! @Death Wish Hi Readers you may continue reading The Devilish Billionaire by searching it and adding the novel in you account. Thank you so much!

I whisper, tightly gripping the book. "They said they broke the record for coming up with a cover and a copy this fast, but they're Penguin books, you know, and they're good." I cover my mouth, looking up at him wide-eyed. "I'm sorry to just pile everything on you, baby, but I have one other question to ask you." he says after a few seconds and takes a deep breath, glancing around at the audience around us, like he's nervous. And then he drops on his knee.

My only regret is that in the end I was too weak and I chose to die happily and leave you to mourn my loss alone. This, I beg of your forgiveness. With Love, "Grandma Edith", PS; I love you my little Nonny", Clay read the letter and froze in place. Slowly, a tear cascaded down the corner of his eyes as his hand swung down the letter from weakness, he stood for a while, overwhelmed by the surge of feelings he got from reading the letter, and after a while, he slowly turned his head and started walking towards his walk-in closet "Where are you going?" Diane asked, puzzled by his sudden eagerness to go out

"It's just because I keep thinking back to that moment and it makes me so mad..." "Well stop thinking about it. You'll only get furious the more you meditate on it." I stabbed my fork into the salad. "No shit!". "Are you still going to push through with the dare"? I stared dagger at my salad, poor thing didn't deserve my terror, but it was the only substitute. I thought about what happened during the last few hours, and yes, I still wanted to push through with the stupid dare. Reason one is that I had invested too much just to let it go and reason two, someone needed to put the both of them in their place, and I pledge to be that someone.

Helena made a sound halfway between a gasp and a squeak. “I… shall leave you to your Majesty’s visit,” she stammered, gathering her scrolls in trembling hands. “The gods preserve us all.” And with that, she fled the library, robes flapping behind her. The doors closed. Silence. Darius turned back to Audrey, eyes warm and amused. “I did not mean to frighten your tutor,” he said softly. “Though I confess, her reaction was… priceless.” Audrey laughed again, unable to stop herself. “You are incorrigible.”

My breathing grew heavier as my hand moved again, no longer holding back as I squeezed firmly. Sometimes my grip tightened, sinking into the soft warmth beneath my palm. Phoebe's body reacted to my grip, her hips tensing slightly. Watching her breathing grow uneven only made me more impatient. At that moment, my mind held only one thought: I wanted something even more thrilling. Desire had completely overwhelmed reason, and my courage grew with it. I grabbed the edge of Phoebe's stockings, trying to pull them down. That finally startled her. "Don't…" She quickly reached back to stop me, preventing me from going any further.

Carter didn’t move, he just stood there, staring at me like I was a wild animal. “I’ve tried,” I said, my voice breaking. “God knows I've tried. The lingerie, the red lace, remember? I wore it the last time you came home. What did you do? You kissed me on the forehead like I was your child and went to bed. You didn’t even look at me.” My throat tightened. “Or was it therapy? You just sat there like a stone, nodding along, saying all the right things, but nothing changed… absolutely nothing! Or do you think we paid a woman $250 an hour to just listen to our problems?“

It was standing open by an inch, a thin line of warm light spilling out onto the dim floor. I stopped a few feet away, leaning my shoulder against the cold wall. I held my breath, my heart hammering against my chest like a trapped bird. From inside the room, I heard voices. I wanted to hear properly, so I pushed the door more open, just a little bit. "You don't have to keep acting like this around me, Damian," Vanessa’s voice came through the gap, soft, persuasive, and dangerous. "I know you. I know how lonely you get in this big house."

I had no idea if that was true, but I couldn't afford to take the risk. When I even tossed aside the test report, the baby's satisfied voice sounded, "That's more like it. Mommy, can't you see it by now? Tolerating and suffering in silence won't help. Only by fighting back can you carve out a way for the two of us!" I returned home uneasily. It was nearly midnight when Frank finally came back, reeking of alcohol. His newly hired secretary, Natalia Silva, struggled to help him inside. And the moment she came in, she arrogantly ordered me to go to the kitchen and make the hangover remedy.

My palm pressed against my chest, trying to still the rapid thumping of my heart, trying to anchor myself in reality. It was a book I’d seen raved about online. Reviews called it brilliant, seductive, thrilling. So when I asked Dante to have someone pick it up for me, I hadn’t expected… this. I had no idea I was requesting something so vividly erotic, so brazenly explicit.