Done And Dusted Audiobook Novels & Stories

Inside the luxury car, Angelo held me in his arms. He wrapped a thick cashmere blanket around my chilled body. "Full speed ahead," I heard him say, one arm holding me steady while the other handled his phone. "Has the evidence been sent to the Rossi family? Good. Cut off three more of their trade routes," he growled. "Anyone who hurts my wife like this will pay for it." I drifted off to the sound of his voice. … When I woke up again, it felt as if I were floating in warm water. The aches and exhaustion that had weighed me down for days were gone.

The card scraped across my cheek before falling onto the floor with a sharp clatter. At that exact moment, my phone rang again. The ringtone sounded unbearably harsh in the dead silent lobby. It was the hospital. My hands trembled as I answered and turned on speakerphone. The doctor's exhausted, grief-stricken voice echoed clearly throughout the hall. "Ms. Nolan, we regret to inform you..." "The patient, Helen Walter, suffered severe intracranial bleeding. Resuscitation efforts were unsuccessful. "She was pronounced dead one minute ago. "Please come to the hospital as soon as possible to process the death certificate."

Silas was back there somewhere, probably watching his world crumble on a dozen different live feeds, and yet here I was—in a shitty boat in the middle of a dark harbor, pressed against the only man who had ever been worth burning everything down for. The audit was finished. The debt was finally paid. For the first time in a century, the books were clean.

The Don title went to his cousin. Didn't stop him. He still called. Wrote letters. Poured out regret. I never answered. I'd already married Jensen. Had a child. Started over. My painting. My photography. My life. All that rot? Buried.

Eryx whispered, his carnal crimson eyes locking onto mine. "The 200th," I said, a small, genuine smile touching my lips. "The one where we finally find out what happens after the 'The End'." I looked at Leo, who was already looking toward the horizon, his indigo runes glowing with the light of a world that was finally, truly Un-Written. The Audit is a Ghost. The Asset is an Architect. The North is a Legacy.

"I’m just the guy who’s going to turn out the lights." He raised the sledgehammer, the "230k-word" journey reaching its second, and final, point of "Liquidation." The ghost of Thomas Hawke watched from the flickering static, a silent "Message in the Dust" that was finally ready to be forgotten.

He was just a man, breathing hard, his heart beating in a messy, un-synced, beautiful human rhythm. "It's over, Father," I said, looking at Silas through the settling dust. "The Audit is closed. Permanently. There is no Thorne. There is no Vance. There is only the remainder." Silas looked around the dark boardroom, his eyes wild. For the first time in his life, he was a man without a ledger. He looked at me, then at the empty chairs, and he didn't strike out. He simply turned and walked into the shadows, a ghost finally realizing he was dead.

- This is good news after all our losses - says the librarian, - I don’t know if the news that I want to tell you is related to all these events or is it just an absurd accident, but let’s immediately go to the library hall, I will certainly have to show a very strange book. - Duk looked at Alud so that he without even asking anything unquestioningly trudged into the halls of the library. Dooku silently watched as waves of bewilderment rolled over Alud's face as he read a book sent to Dooku by a mere mortal named Conrod. After a while, Alud looked at Dook.

The dark energy dissipated, leaving only silence in its wake. Silas fell to his knees, his strength drained, his connection to the relics severed. I approached him, my steps measured, my gaze steady. “It’s over,” I said. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with anger and despair. “You think you’ve won. But you’ve only delayed the inevitable. The chaos you unleashed will consume you.” “Maybe,” I said. “But at least it’ll be a chaos of our choosing.” As I turned to leave, a faint, haunting whisper echoed through the tent.

The Vane Tower groaned, the jagged blue neon flickering out and being replaced by a steady, golden radiance that traveled from the penthouse down to the lobby. Julian fell to his knees, the drive slipping from his fingers. His blue eyes faded to a dull, empty gray. The "New Management" was offline. I felt the last of my strength leave me. The world tilted, the ceiling spinning in a slow, dizzying dance. I felt Silas catch me, his arms a familiar, invincible fortress. "We did it, Elena," he whispered into my hair. "The audit is finally complete." "Close... the file... Silas," I murmured, my eyes drifting shut.