Emma Gregory Audiobook Novels & Stories

You just never let yourself be them. Emma stared at his words. Emma: When did you get so wise? Nick: Therapy. Emma: It's working. Nick: I'm trying. Emma: That's all any of us can do. She put down her phone. She watched the pigeons. --- At 3:00 PM, Emma walked past the bookstore. The bell above the door chimed. The woman behind the counter looked up and smiled. "You're back," the woman said. "I'm back." "Did you finish the book?"

The voice of a man on the other side rang out, but she didn't know who. "Ah! I'm Gregori, the director of the northern region." Manly sound with a little hum from the other side of the phone. Unexpectedly, an ordinary employee just moved here, but the director cares so much. Amanda thinks people are very emotional here in Glasgow. Amanda is happy to receive such caring attention. "Yes, I just arrived, thank you very much Gregori!" Amanda with her sweet London voice has made listeners feel very comfortable.

"We're leaving." Gregory I watched Emillia as Lucious helped her into the back of the armored vehicle. She was furious with me, her jaw set in that rigid, stubborn line I was quickly growing to love. She thought I was protecting her from the harsh realities of my world. She had no idea I was actually protecting her from the devastating reality of her own. ‘You’ll turn her into a monster,’Arthur’s pathetic, sobbing voice echoed in my head as the SUV tore down the private highway toward the Densmore estate.

Emma prompted, her voice filled with compassion and a readiness to listen. Georgina continued to recount her experiences in Marcelo's mansion, revealing the secrets she had uncovered about his dealings. As she spoke, she could see the disbelief and shock on Emma's face. The weight of her words hung in the air, the reality of the situation sinking in for both of them. As the evening grew darker, Emma couldn't contain her restlessness. She stood up from where she had been sitting, pacing about the room, trying to process everything she had just heard. Her mind was filled with concern for Georgina's well-being and the uncertain fate of her father.

"So, do you still want to hear the story? Or are you too old for the pictures?" I didn't even get to see what the picture was like; I was too focused on Emma's presence. But I nod. "Go ahead. We'll see if this is any good." Smiling, Emma flips the book to the first page. I wiggle a bit to get comfortable and put a pillow behind my lower back. Emma waits for me to relax and close my eyes before starting to read, and she speaks softly for me. Her voice flows into my ears, but I barely hear her words. My focus is on the way her tone changes with different characters, the way her voice rises and falls, the way she chuckles breathily when she reads something amusing. She sounds divine to me.

“Emma, you need to come home; you won’t believe what happened.” A million bad thoughts rushed through my mind. “Gregory is alive,” she said, and my heart stopped beating. “I just talked to him on the phone, Emma; he’s alive and wants to see you.”

Emma barged in without knocking, her expression a mixture of anger and frustration. “You’ve gone too far,” she snapped, throwing a folder onto his desk. “Gregory flipped. They’re tracing everything back to you.” Mark’s smirk faltered, but his arrogance remained. “Let them try. By the time they piece it all together, it’ll be too late.” Emma crossed her arms, her voice cold. “You’re delusional. Do you really think you can beat them at this point? Lucas and Sophia have outmaneuvered you every step of the way.”

With each word she consumed, a surge of excitement coursed through her veins, beckoning her to unlock the hidden secrets it held. Driven by her thirst for understanding and a desire to embrace her heritage, Emma sought out Margaret once again. The elderly woman, a repository of wisdom and knowledge, had become a guiding light on Emma's journey. They agreed to meet at the cozy local café, where the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped them, cocooning their conversation in a comforting atmosphere. Seated across from Margaret, Emma poured out her heart, recounting her transformation and the revelations discovered within the journal. Margaret listened attentively, her eyes brimming with

I played along though, smiling, bowing, sipping from yet another glass of wine, but my mind wasn’t in the room. Aurora wouldn’t take this lying down. She never did. That girl had enough ego to power a city. She'd looked like she wanted to murder someone when Damien announced I’d be meeting the RegalWolf Pack with him. She didn’t speak to me, didn’t even glance in my direction after the scene, but I knew it wasn't over. The women were chatty, wanting to discuss the latest fashion trends, and how an Omega was able to marry a powerful Alpha. But I wasn't interested in the conversation, grossly irritated by their guts.

“Emily. One of the orphan pups. She’s been sneaking around the grounds at night and noticed Gregor leaving. Took some convincing to get her to talk, though.” I lean forward and cross my arms on the table. “What did you say to her?” “I told her I’m Sophia’s friend,” Alexei replies, his tone softer now. “She trusts Sophia, so that opened her up. Poor kid was nervous at first, but once she started talking, she wouldn’t stop.” Emily. I make a mental note to check on her later. “What exactly did she say?” “She noticed because she’s been sneaking around the grounds at night, and she saw Gregor leave. She couldn’t say where he goes, but she’s certain it’s every night, sometime after midnight.”