Novel & Cerita Doc Savage Audiobook

“I'm asking you this for the last time, Alpha Austin Radford. Where is Alvina, your daughter?” Beta Hudson asked in an angry tone, as though he wanted to cut off Alpha Austin's head. However, Alpha Austin's Beta, whose name was Alfredo, couldn't say a word because he knew how dangerous and powerful the Black Soul pack was. If he dares to fight Beta Hudson for shouting at the Alpha, then their pack would be taken down by the black soul pack within minutes.

I thought I could survive him. But no one survives Zane Wilde. Not untouched. Not unchanged. I was supposed to guard my heart. But love doesn’t follow rules. Now I’m left piecing together what’s left of me while he walks away untouched—like he never bled me dry. He left a ruin where my heart used to be. A story where silence should have been. And still… I’d choose him all over again. Because that’s the thing about savage love— It doesn’t ask for permission.

she was still talking when her emotions took the better of her and she let out a loud sob. "Please… I need someone to talk to. Lucy, our life is now in danger again. I saw him, I saw him, Lucy I saw Douglas… He is here, in this city. You have to wake up…" Savannah said in between sobs, but when she couldn't control herself again, she left Lucy's hand and squatted behind her bed and cried uncontrollably. The peeping sound of the machine made her stand up and she saw Lucy breathing heavily with her eyes open. "Doctor, doctor!" Savannah shouted and ran out of the room and ran towards the doctor's office.

Savanah POV "Let's get out of here quickly," he runs fast, but I still hear those whispers. "Ignore it, Savanah! Ignore it!" My head is throbbing. "It hurts, West." It feels like my head is tearing apart. "Ahh!" "Damn it," I hug his back while he is still running. "Fight it, Savanah. The rouge can enter your mind and make you insane." I fight the pain, but it is costing me strength.

Savannah questioned, trying to open those shackles which Nathan had intentionally made for himself. “Stop,” he screamed and curled with another stroke of breaking bones. “Get away,” “Call the driver. He is outside.” Nathan instructed. Savannah dropped her bag and left the house immediately to look for the respected man who could help Nathan. But as she looked around, the ground shifted underneath her feet, and two wolves killed the man she had come to look for. Her screams came out, and her body started shivering, watching them kill the driver brutally. She caught their focus as the growling, hungry jaw cocked in her direction. Could they be the same as she saw in that shop? Are they followi

My pulse spiked. While I was unconscious, drifting in that grey space between the world and the rift, I’d heard a voice. It wasn't the brothers’ screaming or the Don’s roar. It was a deep, gravelly vibration that called me mate. It was a word from a different life, an old soul-term the mafia used for their true partners. I’d thought it was a hallucination from the Abyss. I looked at Caleb’s hard, handsome face. He was the only one who’d been near the wall when they found me.

“So, I’ve heard. You should see Savage. His chest and arms are covered in them. He even tattooed Sophia’s name on his forearm.” “I know. Sophia called me when he did it. As a matter of fact, I think they were in the middle of an...encounter when she called me. I could hear a lot of moaning in the background.” A loud chuckle escapes my lips. “What? Are you serious?”

’ — my mind was covered with the knowledge of every thing regarding savage beasts. “Just what is this?” It was too amazing to be real. I touched another book that said, “Savage Beasts and the Phantom Dynasty.” A second later, the same thing happened. And despite the fact that I took in these knowledge in split-seconds, my mind was not perturbed in the least. ‘Incredible!’

Savannah shook her head slowly. “No… no, that doesn’t make sense. Why me? Why not someone from your world? Someone who already knew how things worked?” Cole clicked the next file. A photo filled the screen Savannah, years ago, sitting at a café with her sketchbook, unaware of the camera aimed at her. Another file opened Savannah leaving her father’s hospital. Another Savannah delivering a design portfolio to a client downtown. Another Savannah crying alone in her car.

She looked up when I neared, and I could see the excitement in her eyes. "Hello," she said, giving me a smile. "Are you here for the wolf history section too?" I nodded eagerly, grateful to have found someone with a common interest. Sierra quickly stood up and pointed to the shelves with infectious excitement. We searched the shelves until we found a title I hadn't seen before: "The Diary of Salvador, as Told by a Disciple." "Salvador," I murmured. "Who is he?" Sierra nodded as she heard the name.