Done And Dusted Audiobook Novels & Stories

Birds had nested in the dashboard. At midday, they stopped to eat. Damon pulled from his pack a battered copy of *Watership Down*, which he’d scavenged from a burned library two towns back. He read aloud as they chewed dried fruit and jerky, his voice soft and oddly reverent. It was the only book they’d kept, after the world ended. As he read, Elena watched Donovan run perimeter checks, ever alert. She wondered if this vigilance would ever break, if he could ever trust in the possibility of a future. Damon caught her glance and folded the book shut, reading her mind as always.

…… 56: The End Dustine didn't see it coming but he was fast enough to avoid direct hitting. The bullet just passed through straight and fell down on the floor that creates a loud metal sound. He was so mad when he faced his mother but then another Dawn's shout filled his head that just ignored his mother and rushed to their home, repeatedly cursing.

Sandro’s scream was cut short by the heavy, sickening thud of the iron crowbar. I walked back toward the armored SUV, my posture perfectly straight, my expression entirely unbothered as the raw, brutal sounds of Silas’s final execution echoed behind me. Daniel walked at my side, his eyes locked onto my profile with a mixture of profound respect and dark, possessive arousal. The war was over. The city was clean.

Alessandro Clean-up is my least favorite part of any hit, but fortunately I get to delegate now that I'm the Don. Once Danil's body is disposed of and his men are cut to pieces and buried in the desert, the terror that swept through the city lifts. I order my men back, and the relief on the streets is palpable. Everyone was terrified they were next.

From the age of ten, every dollar my parents spent on me became a debt. Tuition. Clothes. Food. Even medical bills. By eighteen, I had signed one hundred and ninety-nine promissory notes. But Camilla—the daughter of the man who died protecting my parents—received everything for free. They gave her my bedroom, my inheritance bracelet, a Manhattan apartment, a Maserati, and eventually even the attention of my fiancé, Nick. My parents called it repaying her father’s sacrifice. They called my suffering “heir training.” On the eighteenth birthday Camilla and I shared, I was seriously injured in a car accident. While my family celebrated her aboard a Caribbean yacht, I begged them for three thousa

"This isn't over. My children will finish this." "What children?" "Silas and Morgana." His voice is failing. Breath rattling. "They'll come for you. For Haven. They'll succeed where I failed." Last words. Last curse. I drive my claws through his heart. His body jerks once. Then stills. And then something impossible happens. He turns to ash. Right there. Disintegrating like he was never solid at all. The wind catches the ash and scatters it across the ruins. Finally dead. Permanently this time.

Joanna was struck dumb by the document on her face. It slid to the ground, papers scattering everywhere. She stumbled, yet she didn't dare to say anything. She only bent down silently to gather the pages. The moment she flipped through the file, her eyes widened in shock. "W-What exactly did I do wrong, Mr. Hart…?" Seeing her dumbfounded expression, Zion snatched the document. The second he saw the contents, he blurted out, "Demoted from CEO to department director? On what grounds?"

He tried turning a wild wolf into a lap dog, never realizing the fire inside Leah could torch his whole empire. Dex knocked and entered with the white metal first aid kit. He set it on the desk and popped it open. "Let me take care of that, Boss," he said, reaching for the antiseptic. "No. I got it," I snapped. I grabbed the alcohol and cotton with my left hand and started cleaning the blood that had run down to my wrist. The sharp sting didn’t make me flinch once. My eyes stayed locked on Leah the whole time. From across the room I could see her chest rising and falling hard.

"Then let’s not keep it waiting. We have two hours before the final data release goes global. If we’re going to kill a ghost, we have to do it in the dark." The SUV roared to life, its electric motors whining as it accelerated out of the airport compound. They were no longer the titans of industry; they were the subjects of an audit being conducted by a machine with their father's mind and a god's reach. The chapter ends as the vehicle veers into the industrial district, the warehouse looming ahead like a tomb waiting to be opened.

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an