Extreme Ownership Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

“My God! This is a limited-edition Audi! The car’s at least seven hundred and thirty thousand dollars! “You’re underestimating the price of the car! “Audis of this level is only bought by first-in-commands! It’d cost millions of dollars! “The money isn’t all! The car is the symbol of people’s extraordinary status! “Ordinary people wouldn’t be able to get such a license plate too! “It’d cost at least hundreds of thousands of dollars at the auction! “Whose car is this?! “Maybe it belongs to a young master!” Imani, Kenzie, and Dayna looked around, hoping to see the wealthy owner. Harlem Lee owned a Bentley, but even he was completely bested by the Audi. He felt annoyed when he saw the women com

“If I remember correctly your company is inches close to filing for bankruptcy, no investor and no backup plan. Let's quit the chit chat Mr Ross, I want my money” He hesitated, and for a moment, I thought he’d come to his senses. But then he spoke the words that froze me in place. “My wife.” The room went silent. “Excuse me?” I asked, my voice cold as steel. “You can have my wife,” he repeated. “One week. Do whatever you want with her, and in exchange, you clear half my debt.” I stared at him, rage bubbling within me. Who the fuck gives off their wife like a piece of property?

Determined to confront the truth head-on, he drives with reckless abandon, his mind set on revealing their tangled web of emotions to the world, consequences be damned. “Kalix, please!” Audrey's pleas fall on deaf ears as she tries to reason with Kalix, her voice lost amidst the roar of the engine and the rush of wind outside. She watches in growing horror as Kalix's demeanor transforms before her eyes, his usual calm and collected facade giving way to a wave of dark and volatile anger.

A message from an unknown number appeared on the screen: "The audit isn't over, Author. We're still counting the royalties. — The Director." The man’s hazel eyes widened. He looked at his own hand. It was starting to turn into Sovereign-Iron.

And no doubt, have hot dreams about it. It’s another book suggestion from her. I’ve just finished the last one she recommended, and honestly, I shouldn’t dive into another. Once I start reading, I lose myself completely. But this time, she’s telling me to listen to it. Audiobook. That’s new. Before I even realize what I’m doing, I click the link she sent, and in a matter of seconds, the book is purchased and playing through my home speakers. I settle back in bed, letting the narrator’s deep voice wash over me, and within moments, I realize Lucy’s sent me a stalker romance. Great.

She made the statement far too casually as if she was announcing dinner plans with some sheik. "A war? With whom? The Italian team owning Ferrari, or Maserati? Fuck them. Our cars are better made and highly sought after by their clients as well." Calix was so out of understanding I was shocked. "Don't interrupt me, Calix," Mother threw back. "This has nothing to do with Wolfen Industries and everything to do with the Wolfen existence." He slumped against his chair. I studied her pensive face. There was much more to the story from yesterday.

"That's the compliance trigger, Mathew. It’s an auditory anchor mapped directly into your subconscious. The moment that frequency hit your ears three years ago, your prefrontal cortex went dark. You weren't driving that car. You were a passenger in your own body." "It doesn't change the reality of the crash, Louis," Ciara’s voice cut through the cabin like a sheet of ice. She turned around slowly, her eyes fixed on the spilled whiskey on the table. She didn't look angry; she looked completely hollowed out, her skin plain under the cabin lights. She stood up, her high heels silent against the carpet as she walked toward the table, stopping just inches from my chair. "You still stepped out of

“I don’t stop for anything that touches what I own. Learn that now, or I’ll teach everyone else too. Only one person in Wolfe Corporation could lock every screen, hijack every speaker, and call her “ what i own” like it was law. Damien

I sat on my desk, and her gaze dropped to the folder in my hand. “Dude, this is the part where you should explain to me what’s going on. You may save me, and you’re my boss, but I have rights.” “Yes. You have rights. The moment I paid three million dollars to the kidnapper, you became my property. I owned you.”

Alessandro’s POV I drove like a man with nothing to lose. The Vitale roads blurred into one long, impatient streak of asphalt; I had imagined Damian’s voice in the passenger seat as a distant instrument—urgent, clipped—until the hospital lights cut through the windshield and the world narrowed to the doors and whatever waited behind them.