Done And Dusted Audiobook Novels & Stories

All the color drained from his face, leaving behind the pallor of a true corpse. "Linnea..." his voice was a raw whisper. "Do you really have to do this?" "I do," I said, turning my back on him. "Take the money and get out of my life. We are done."

" Matt's Adam's apple bobbed violently, as if he'd just swallowed a mouthful of glass shards. He wanted to retort, and his mouth moved, yet no words came out. That was because I had started playing the final recording in the courtroom. In the recording, he said to Laura, "Once those two old hags are dead and out of the way, and I get hold of all their inheritance, we'll move out of the country and never come back."

Eventually, my body went numb, and I had difficulty breathing. But I kept drinking, glass after glass. Empty bottles piled up in front of me like a small mountain. Lorenzo's expression grew darker, and the hand resting on his knee clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Finally, when I felt so sick to the point I couldn't breathe, my glass fell and shattered, and I had to stop. I crouched down, covering my mouth, and coughed violently. Blood seeped through my fingers, but still, I forced myself to reach for another glass.

The ash did not settle; it hovered, a suspended grey shroud that tasted of burnt history and dead miracles. Audrey stood at the epicenter of the ruin, her lungs burning with every breath of the soot-choked air. Beside her, Lucas stood with his weight shifted to his heels, his one hand white-knuckled around the hilt of a rusted infantry sword. The silence following the collapse of the World-Oak was not peaceful. It was the heavy, pressurized silence that precedes a landslide.

Zack asked. "No…that's not it!" Madison panickedly waved her hands. The man scoffed. "What do you mean that's not it? I still have the transaction details—and the call recordings too." He then turned to Zack. "I've heard so much about you, Dr. Smith. Seeing you reminds me of that poor sister of yours. Her bones were really tough. My men and I had to hammer away for hours before we could finally break them. "She screamed until she lost her voice. Even a drug dealer like me couldn't help but pity her. But I have to say—that sister of yours is truly a wonderful woman. All my men kept saying she was the wettest woman they've ever touched."

“Is it not enough that you killed my sister? Now, you’re trying to kill another person who’s important to me? Aspen, am I too forgiving toward you?” Brandon’s words felt like poison to my system. “Well? Speak!” The current was numbing my body. A sense of hopelessness rose in me. However, he did not seem like he was going to stop. “Mr. Fuller, if you continue to shock Ms. Anderson, she might really die… Should we tone it down?” His assistant could not help but voice up. “Shut up!” Brandon kicked his assistant. “She’s all mine. You don’t have to worry about her.”

Hilda screamed, her spine arching off the wooden surface in pain. "Oh stop it, you're going to damage my hearing aid." Ben muttered under his breath, before he pinned Hilda's legs down, earning another blood curling shriek from her raspy, hybrid throat. Once that task was finished, Ben leaned down towards Hilda and asked tranquilly, "Now what do you know about the murder of Asher's Luna?" Hilda tensed. #

“Finalize the paperwork and wrap up the entire contract.” “Right away, ma'am.” Chloe paused, the line quiet for a beat before she spoke up again, her tone shifting from professional to deeply concerned. “Are you alright? You… you don’t sound like yourself.” I closed my eyes, leaning my head back against the drywall, feeling the faint, throbbing ache where Arden’s fingers had dug into my jaw. “I am fine, Chloe. Thank you,” I said quietly, before hanging up the phone. I looked up at the ceiling. The tears had dried on my face, replaced by a cold, numbing clarity.

The Resolution of the Sentinel-Stand The chapter culminates in the "Dissolution of the Consortium." The drones didn't crash; they "Rusted" in mid-air, their "Synthetic-Metals" returning to "Natural-Oxides." The bunker in the Alps lost its "Power-Standard." The "Managers" were left sitting in the dark, their "Calculations" rendered "Obsolete" by a "Sleeping-Child."

Dax said, standing over him, the gavel glowing with a soft, peaceful white light. Silas looked up, his scarred face twisted in a final, pathetic grin. "You think... you've won? You've just... deleted the only history you had. You're... nothing now. Just ghosts... in an empty world." "No," I said, walking up to stand beside Dax. I took his hand, our fingers interlacing, the sapphire heat between us stronger than any pre-programmed link. "We're the authors." Silas de-rezzed into a pile of gray ash, his consciousness finally purged from the High-Band. The obsidian monolith behind him began to dissolve, the dark clouds of the civil war parting to reveal the golden sun of the Reborn World once mo