Dear John Audiobook Novels & Stories

“He’s not good… but I pray he makes it. This might all be my fault.” Linda gave a faint, knowing smile. “Too late for regrets now.” Moments later, the car pulled away, disappearing down the road toward the airport. --- Several hours later, Austin arrived back at the Daniels mansion. “Austin.” John’s cold voice echoed from the living room. Austin turned slowly. John sat in one of the large chairs, his expression unreadable. “Sit,” John said firmly. Austin obeyed. The moment he settled, John picked up a tablet from the table and pressed play.

His jaw throbbed, the heat of the blow blooming across his skin like a brand. "Answer your brother!" the Don hissed. He stepped into the light, eyes narrowed into lethal slits. "We’re hearing reports of this savior, this phantom, and you’re skulking around the tenements like a common rat? Are you planning to run, John? Looking for a hole to crawl into before the Gala?" John tasted copper. He spat a glob of red onto the white marble, right at the Don's feet. "I went to the orphanage. I spent the day with Margaret Lawson. People who don't treat family like a business transaction."

"Haha, great-grandson, great-granddaughter...haha! Great-grandson! Haha!" Mr. John's eyes were sharp, but he had a foolish smile on his face, muttering incomprehensible words. Bianca looked at Mr. John in surprise, finding the reaction of Grandpa, the old CEO of the world-famous Aurora, the boss of the Astor family - Mr. John, very cute, like a child. However, the next moment, Mr. John suddenly sat on the ground with a thud, kicking off his slippers. Then, without any assistance, he put one foot in his mouth and started gnawing at it!

“John, finally!” I call out, stepping through the turnstile. “Are you ready? I’m about to hop on the subway, on my way to your place. I’ll be there in ten minutes, max.” “Abby,” he croaks, and instantly, I know something’s not right. I freeze in my tracks. The life and vibrancy in his voice are gone, replaced by something that sounds a lot like misery. “John? You sound awful. Are you okay?”

Logan’s POV I stared at John for a long moment, genuinely wondering if I had heard him wrong. The office suddenly felt too quiet. “What?” I asked and John didn’t look away from me. “You heard me,” he said and I leaned back slowly in my chair, rubbing my jaw once. “No, try again,” I said flatly. John sighed heavily and sat down across from my desk. For once, the powerful businessman looked tired. “I need you to listen before you react,” he said.

I take a deep breath, so as not to scare Maddie or Emma, ​​as I say, “John, I haven’t seen you in a while. I thought you had died. What are you doing in the southern lands? You are very far from home.” I watched as his face and his wife completely break down. Emma says to me, “Where do you know dad from?” I tense my jaw as I say, “Where do I know you from, John? You tell her or I will.” I watch as he looks around and hundreds of men and women come out of the surrounding houses, ready to attack. They look at us, threatening us with a partial transformation. I continue breathing calmly, while saying, “Are you sure you want to attack? You know perfectly well that is high treason.”

With John, you could be assured that he would take you to your destination in the shortest possible time. John loved driving. He had recently bought a new car, and he loved it like his own child. He cleaned it himself, dusted the seats, put images of Gods of all religions on his dashboard, and lit some incense every morning. Meeting new passengers was a delight for him, most of the time, at least. Like most taxi drivers, he served as a sounding board or an agony aunt for many people. Every day he had fascinating tales to tell about his passengers. He firmly believed that after so many years, there was nothing that he could hear or see that would surprise or shock him anymore. He felt that he

It was John, talking to his mother for the first time in so many years. -Hello, my beautiful mother! I’m John. I’m getting older, but it is still me. How are you? Are you okay there? It was painful to hear him addressing the questions and not getting any answers. - Mom, I’m sorry I wasn’t here on your last day. I didn’t feel able to say goodbye to you, not even now, but you’ve been gone for a long time now. I have changed a lot, but not so much. I would have liked you to stay with me, to give me your love and warmth, to know what it’s like to call you mother. I would have loved you more, I would have been your son that you would have wanted me to be. But you’re in a hurry to go somewhere I c

Give a good life to my father and brother. I was so focused on the package that I didn't hear when Jhon , the cashier, called me the first time: “Hanna, can you hear me?” "Sorry John , what did you say?" I woke up as if they had snapped their fingers in my ears. “Did I invite you to the movies today?” he repeated looking at me tenderly. Jhon was a great friend and had a crush on me, but I only saw him as a friend. “Oh! I do not know. I'm tired from last night"

Office on the far right, located on the top floor of the hospital. Jubilee sat across from John. He set a cup of coffee down in front of her, his tone polite. "What did you want to talk about?" "Wasn't it you who came to me first?" It had been a long time since Jubilee had reminded him that she didn't like him talking to her so formally. "I want to know about Sierra's mother," John said. Beneath his calm demeanor was a lazy undertone. "I wonder if you would be willing to tell me."