Done And Dusted Audiobook Novels & Stories

"You don't deserve to be my Papa. And you certainly don't deserve to be the Don of the Costa family." The gunshot cracked. Edmondo fell back on the couch. His eyes were wide. He couldn't believe his own son had just killed him. Vincenzo stared at Edmondo's bloodied body expressionlessly. He had killed everyone who had wronged Ella, but the ache in his chest didn't ease an inch.

"They can sort out some sort of compromise… How much is it going to cost? He's g-got money. They don't have to…break up on account of some dumb ho…" "And there's mistake number three." And he murders him in the head. Preventing him from ever talking again. No one tells her she's a ho. No one talks of KYOLINE like that and tries to kill her goddamn life. He walks over to where his body has fallen at an awkward angle. He loves the sound of his gun. But also, he loves the silence that comes after a hit. Silence that tells him all is well in the world again. Because the fucker should have known better than to mess with the best hitman the IMPERIOSI’S got.

My nerves pick up a cold sensation running through my body over the heat when a new person-Dustin-wraps a wet blanket around me. I’m literally burning in hell, a hell a signed up for. You never know the shit you get yourself into until at the climax of it all. Through my silent screams, I realise how at this very point there’s no going back. I played with the dust, now my lungs are as fragile as a raw egg. “Ria! Ria, stay with me,” Devlin’s voice becomes more lucid. “You need to go back and stop him, brother,” says Dustin, panic trailing in his voice.

As a matter of fact, if not because of the artificial light coming from crystal pearls that illuminated the area, the place will be dark. Since she was intending on checking all of the books on the shelves, Audrey started picking up the books, section by section. "Nero, help me to look for information at these books." She said as she put a pile of books before her cat. As soon as she put down the books at the table, a cloud of dust raised in the air. 'Cough! Cough! Cough!' Both Audrey and Nero coughed hard as the cloud of dust raised from the books. [Who is the librarian of this place?! They need to be called out! Look at how thick those dust accumulations already are?!!! Are they planning t

The noisy cemetery finally became quiet once again. Dad dismissed all of his bodyguards and assistants so that only he and Mom remained. The wind blew, stirring up the dust around us. Mom got down on her knees and had the driver unload two large, sealed cardboard boxes from the car. She tore the seals open, took out the contents one by one, and laid them out before my tomb. They were all trash. The things included my tattered, patched-up old coat, the dusty work pants Dad wore for his act, the ledger of fabricated debts, and the tires of the beat-up bicycle that made sounds louder than the broken bell.

He reached out with a withered, gnarled hand—trying to grasp me, to touch my face one last time. "I'm... so... sorry..." His lips moved, soundless, forming those three words—too late by a lifetime. But his hand fell, limp and lifeless, against the freezing floor. And in that instant, as his eyes closed for good, my spirit dissolved—scattering like starlight into the endless snow. Every debt, every grudge, every wound—all of it faded into dust. If there is a next life, Father, let us never meet again.

Tell me all of that was a joke, and I'll fill your entire closet overnight. ‘I'll buy you so many new, beautiful shoes.’ I listened to every word, numb and hollow. Nothing stirred inside me anymore. No matter how intricate or how beautiful those new shoes might be, none of them would ever be as special as my first pair. Whatever Declan and I once had was over. It had burned to nothing but ash, just like those shoes. I walked out barefoot, and not a single ‘family member’ came after me. Only Petra's voice lingered behind, dripping with satisfaction. "You're really not going after her? She looked pretty upset."

"Remember to come and report for work on the first of the month, Mr. Gavin Carter. And don't be late." After listening to the other person on the line, I responded politely and said, "I understand, and I will be there on time. Thank you." I recalled Jett Leroy's arrogant face this morning as I hung up, and I couldn't stop myself from wanting to laugh out loud. He still didn't know that I'd already found myself a new job at the Audit Commission, and I had already been planning to resign over the next two days anyway.

Started to melt, flowing up the Auditors arm like oil. CRACK. The white gold book broke in half. The pages did not fall. They turned into a cloud of dots that got sucked into my right eye and deleted. The Auditor stumbled back its coat falling apart the numbers on its fabric turning into nonsense. "The thing we were looking at... Is gone " the Auditor whispered, its line fading away. "The Bank... Says this place is a loss." With a sound the Auditor turned into a pile of harmless silver dust that covered the floor like frost.

We were a tectonic shift travelling through the void, heading toward the heart of the Hive. ​I looked at my hands. The silver was gone, replaced by a shimmering, liquid-iron finish that pulsed with an orange fire. I wasn't just a doctor anymore. I was the conductor of a dying world’s final, loudest song. ​"Target the Eye of the Void," I commanded, my voice echoing through the newly forged speakers of the moon. "We're going to show the architects that some files are too heavy to delete." ​The Ninth Peak surged, the chains of discord pulling the graveyard behind us like the cape of a vengeful god. The Final Audit had begun, but we were the ones holding the red pen.