Done And Dusted Audiobook Novels & Stories

Because disobedience meant death. And maybe worse. --- Far in the distance, the last of Kael’s convoy sped through the forest roads, tires grinding against wet gravel, engines humming like shadows fleeing the storm. Inside the Rolls-Royce Cullinan Black Badge, Kael sat in the passenger seat, the ancient tome resting on his lap. The Book of Damned. Bound in something no one dared identify. Etched with runes that seemed to slither under the eye. Heavy as if filled with the weight of every soul it condemned.

I grabbed a match from the mantle and struck it. “What are you doing?” Silas roared, lunging for me. I dropped the match. The gilt-edged pages, soaked in the dry rot of twenty years, caught instantly. The secrets of the Ares empire—the murders, the bribes, the “Conditioning”—erupted into a wall of orange flame. “I’m clearing the site,” I said. Silas tackled me, the weight of him slamming me into the mahogany desk. We hit the floor, a tangle of limbs and fury. I felt the detonator fly from his hand, skidding across the floor toward the vault.

Allison asked anxiously. He paused before delivering his grim conclusion. “No medicine can cure this. Not even the most divine methods can save him now.” Allison’s face turned ashen as she staggered and was barely able to stand. “Utter nonsense!” Dustin’s calm yet cutting voice rang out from the corner. Everyone turned to Dustin, whose eyes gleamed with disdain. “Such arrogance! If you claim to have the answer, then speak,” Gareth said as his face darkened with anger. “Or else I’ll make you regret your insolence!”

"Your father saved 400 dollars every month for ten years. That's at least 48,000 dollars!" She rushed to check the transaction history. When she saw rows of transfers to an online livestream host, she collapsed to the floor. She lay there, screaming and crying. "You useless old man! Even after you die, you still ruin me! How are we supposed to live now?" I watched it all coldly, not feeling a thing inside. The day after the funeral, I went back to work. A few months earlier, after Dylan became paralyzed, Lucy had forced me to quit my job. She wanted me to stay home full-time to care for him and have a son.

*Death's POV* I could hear her thoughts and I could smell her. Faster. Faster. Faster. She thought and my hand moved faster on my erect cock. I could hear her as she orgasmed and a loud cry left her lips as my cum squirted out of me with a groan of her name. I wanted to hear her cry my name as she cummed. A knock on my door happened, "Hold up," I say as I pull up my zipper and quickly take some paper cleaning my cum from the wall, "Come in,"

"Deal. But remember, don't try and pull one over me. I can't promise she'll stay intact if you do. She might lose a finger or two." The call ended. However, Dad was much calmer than he had been before. He stared into the distance, his eyes unreadable. Soon, the day of the exchange arrived. Yannis accompanied him to an abandoned warehouse. As instructed, Dad only had to slip the agreement under the door of the warehouse and leave. Just as they turned to leave, Dad struck Yannis, knocking him unconscious. I was stunned for a moment. I watched as Dad kicked open the old, decrepit door of the warehouse and dragged Yannis in.

[The Final Audit] The roar of the sedan’s engine was the sound of a heart tearing in two. Panni stood in the center of the Douro vineyard, her hand still outstretched toward the receding taillights, her fingers grasping at the dust and the fading heat of Jinyan’s presence. The silence that followed was more violent than the engine's scream. It was the silence of a woman who had just signed away her own life to ensure the survival of her child.

The mechanical zip-zip-zip of the plastic teeth catching was the only sound in the room, a sharp, clinical punctuation to the end of their curated lives. "Sophie, Sienna, Stacy," Silas said, his voice dropping into the deep, final silence of the canyon. "The signal is dead. The show is canceled. Now, we find out what’s left of you when there’s no one left to watch." He moved forward, and the shadows of the library swallowed the last of the plastic dynasty, leaving only the sound of the wind through the broken glass to tell the story.

My girlfriend, Piper Wolfe, and her childhood best friend, Cole Carter, could physically feel each other's pain and sensations—or so she claimed. We were in the middle of a heavy make-out session when she suddenly shoved my shoulders, almost throwing me off the bed, and pulled out her phone to dial Cole. "Cole! It’s ten at night, why are you chugging ice-cold beer? If you don’t care about your stomach, at least think about mine!" Cole’s voice muffled through the speaker. "You don’t get to judge me! Tell your boyfriend to go easy on the kissing. My lips are burning! If you keep this up, I’m just gonna find someone else to kiss!" Piper’s chest heaved. Her voice spiked with panic. "Don't

My husband, Nathan Sidney, is the top doctor in the municipal hospital. However, he refuses to treat my stepsister, Jessica Jepson. He tells me that it's because Jessica's mother, Janice Ferguson, is Dad's mistress, which makes Jessica a mistress' daughter. They don't deserve to be treated by him because they're the ones responsible for tearing my family apart. During a family get-together, we play the "Have You or Haven't You" game. When it's my turn, I confidently say, "I've been treated by Nathan. You haven't." Jessica smiles and pulls out a medical report from her pocket. "Sorry, Cassie. You've lost." Nathan's signature is penned on the report. As I clutch the medical report, I