Done And Dusted Audiobook Novels & Stories

"Leave him, Ingrid. You're just his nightmare, his destruction over and over again." "Please .." Tita Lina's last sentiment. With so much desperation and pleading. My body were numb, all of my system. It seems like everyone is harboring pain. I sobbed and tried to calm down the last thing I heard. I am his destruction! Over and over and I find it too sharp. It hurts! And I seem to be overwhelmed to finally let go. Not that I didn't. But there is a part of me that prevents. But I am so exhausted for it! Maybe that's right!

"You're making the biggest mistake of your life, Elisa, and when Damon dies you'll regret not choosing me!" “Just watch, I will definitely make you change your mind!” The warriors finally managed to drag both of them through the doors and their voices faded as they were taken further away. I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths to calm myself before returning my attention to the observation window and Damon's treatment.

At school, I had a nickname. They called me "Mister Wait-Your-Turn." I waited for the sneakers my brother had grown tired of, the backpack my sister thought was ugly, and the phones my parents had already cracked the screens of. Even when it came to taking a shower, I had to wait until everyone else was done. A week ago, Mom had promised me, "On the day of your college entrance exam, you won't have to wait your turn for the shower." So when I finally stumbled into the bathroom, drenched in sweat and smelling awful, I thought my turn had finally come. I was halfway through working up a lather when someone started pounding on the door. "Come out. Let your brother go in." My eyes stung,

Vincent staggered into the estate. The place was dead—shadows thick, air heavy. He dragged himself down into the cellar. The stench of blood and rot smacked him in the face. Where Avila had once been, nothing. Just black stains burned into stone. He crumpled, clawing at the floor like he could pull her back from it. "Avila... Avila, where are you... come out... I was wrong... I was so damn wrong..." His screams ripped through the emptiness, wild and broken.

Her face and a part of her neck were rotten all over; the skin in those areas had long decayed and was now falling out, and the stink of decayed dead flesh was disturbing her from concentrating on these dumb men before her. "The Alpha is the wrong person to fear. You should fear her," Sandra said in a foreboding tone, pointing at Audrey. Everyone looked at Audrey as she walked over to Janeth and lowered herself in a squat. "What's she doing with the sand?" Alex whispered to Maria as he saw Audrey collecting sand from the ground. "The flesh and bones are both made from dust and ashes," Maria replied and turned away from Alex to watch Audrey perform her healing ritual on Janeth. "Let the dust

Esther's voice chirps in. "The world of illusions reapers, the great world of fantasy, and the canyon of death. El mundo de la ilusión de los recuentos, el gran mundo del espejo y el cañón de la muerte. Surge y sostuvo mis llamadas. " I heard the familiar voice chanting in an unknown language. "You are doomed, Rey Reed Smith." General Zod's voice concluded, followed by a great earthquake which shook the whole building to its hinges. Gradually, the room started shifting into another place.

But now, because a fee wasn't paid, she died at this expensive private hospital that was allegedly the 'Salvation of the Gambinos'. Oh, the irony! I could still feel the warmth of the communication device in my palm, but what warmth I felt toward Luca was gone along with my mother's heartbeat! - Over the next three days, I personally oversaw my mother's cremation and other funeral matters without bothering Luca. He was always worried about me touching his money? Fine. From now on, I would be Erin Solozzo again, and I would have zero associations to the Gambinos. Suddenly, I felt my communication device vibrating.

I lunged forward, but he had already shoved the door open and stormed out with the nannies and bodyguards. Andrea had slammed into the entryway cabinet. I hurried to help her up, checking them over frantically. "Why did Daddy kick me, Mommy?" she asked. "Did I do something wrong?" "No. None of you did anything wrong," I said, hugging both my daughters tight. I watched as the car disappeared down the driveway. The bowl of chicken soup still sat on the table. After a long moment, I picked up my phone. "Have the patent authorizations been revoked? Release the announcement now. I'll make sure Christian loses everything he has!"

It’s like energy is slowly getting drained from my body, and if I take just a step ahead, I will fall. “ I don’t want to fall. ” I whisper to myself. It’s so hard to get up in a war when you fall. Slowly, Akuji’s face starts to disappear into a pile of ashes. I don’t move, breathe, or think until he is gone and becomes nothing but ruins. “ What do you think you just did? ” Dustin’s fuming voice hisses in my ear. He grabs my arms, and forcefully turns me to face him. I blink, craning my neck to look at his face. His face—it’s beautiful.

Dustin stuttered, his voice had an inhuman edge to it, his eyes pitch black with no white. “What have you done?!” “I found my mate,” Ophelia answered confidently, shifting her weight as her feet searched for a hold on the ground. “You die tonight, Dustin.” “Tonight, I avenge my family!” Dustin let out a laugh that sounded almost like a screech. “Your sword is being eaten by a demon. You are dead!” “Farewell, Dustin.”