Daring Greatly Audiobook Novels & Stories

Xavier had it down to a tee, the public played like a fiddle in the palm of his hands. When he finally made the mistake to cross my boss he officially sealed his face, no way one played with fire and expected not to be burned that was actually a little stupid if you asked me, but he had made his bed and no he had to lie in it. Forever. Grace Anderson announced a reward price for information, part of me felt like offering fake intel just to pocket the money but the other part that knew she was worse than her husband did not want to help the vile woman. I almost jumped out of my seat when someone tapped on my shoulder, a blush creeping on my cheeks. It is a miracle that my automatic reaction w

"Whatever comes next, you have Damien, myself, Marla, this entire confederation's genuine support and wisdom to help navigate whatever ancient mystery this journal ultimately reveals." His words settled something steadier into my chest, and as the sun began its slow descent toward the horizon, painting Ashgrove's familiar territory in warm, golden light, I found myself drawing strength from everything this remarkable year had already taught me about facing uncertain, complicated truth with authentic courage rather than either reckless haste or paralyzing fear alone.

She clutched her neck, eyes wide with terror. “June!” Dante charged the Auditor, swinging his piece of glass. The Auditor just stepped aside, barely moving. Dante slid right past and almost went over the edge. “Dante!” Sarah lunged and caught his jacket, saving him from falling into the endless dark. June burned with anger—not magic, not some fantasy fire, but real, human rage. She spotted the Golden Book in the debris of their crashed ship. That’s when it hit her: the Auditor didn’t fear their power. He feared their story.

A month of finding out I wasn't who I thought I was. I took a deep breath and let my back sink into the seat. The road ahead might be hard. But I had to get there first. The drive from Anatolikos to Dytikos was a never-ending stretch of gray road. It was long, boring, and—thanks to Cain—dead quiet. I had begged him for an audiobook, naming twenty different titles, but he only gave me cold shrugs and grunts. I tried to start a conversation, but I might as well have been talking to the dashboard.

I look at her gown and admire the embroidered crystals that shine beneath the light. "Come, let us address the summit we have all worked so hard to gather," Freya suggests, grabbing my hand. A smirk creeps onto my face when we turn to face our assembled people. However, before we can address them, the door crashes open as it is ripped from its hinges, leaving a trail of shattered wood. Dagon strides in with an air of nonchalance, as the center aisle parts to make way for his passage. "Now." I link Draig, signaling him to cut Dagon off from his back up forces.

Of louder lives teeming with breathless sagas and lessons well-learned. “It’s a common fear, that.” He took a step into the room. “Especially with those who appear quiet at first glance but live their lives loudly on the inside.” A small smile. Another step. “Oftentimes, and this is what I’ve found, visiting someone else’s story can give one the courage to find their voice. To share their own tales.” He clasped his hands in front of him, the fingers laced into fists resting below his hips. “To write their own books.”

His Clarissa, Dared thought as he downed another shot of vodka, he shouldn't have let her leave that day, Now he had lost her forever, they couldn’t find her and the police — the police were as incompetent as Clarissa had described them to be. She was so wise, that one. She always knew what to say, when to say it and how to say it. A lone tear fell down his cheeks and he wiped it with a small chuckle — the sight was pathetic. Dared — One of the most powerful and most feared men in the whole of New York was currently sat in a bar shedding tears over a woman that couldn't care less about him. No, there couldn't be any more pathetic sight for amused eyes. Before he could dive deeper into his se

My hands trembled, but I forced them steady, willing myself to be brave. “I need to talk to you,” I said. Nathan studied me for a moment before nodding. “Alright.” He gestured for me to sit, but I shook my head. “No, I need to say this now. Before I lose the courage to.” He straightened in his chair, his gaze locked onto mine. “Go on.” I took another step closer, my heart racing. “Today, when Darius told me your flight had crashed, I felt like my whole world was falling apart. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think—I was just… drowning in fear. And in that moment, I realized something.”

Julian wishes she would not. He opens the audio file because looking at a screen is easier than looking at her. The recording begins with his own voice stating the date, location, and names. Martin Hale’s stiff little introduction follows. Then Adrian’s early answers play through the speakers, smooth and polished enough to make Julian’s teeth ache. Sarah makes a face. “That sounds like a leadership seminar died in a hotel ballroom.” “I called it boring.” “You did what?” “I called it boring.” Evan laughs from his desk. “Beautiful.”

“You heard Ambra. If we do this right, she’ll let her father know we’re good for other jobs. We’ll have an in with the Matrone family.” She was struggling in her chair as the two men exited the kitchen into the dining room carrying gas cans with them. They were going to burn down the restaurant with her in it. She rocked in the chair, whimpering when the chair toppled and because she was tied up, she couldn’t stop the impact to her head. Delfina considered she finally understood the saying ‘seeing stars’ from the way bright lights flitted in her vision from the smack to floor. She closed her eyes and struggled to focus. Wiggling she tried to reach her phone.