Extreme Ownership Audiobook Novels & Stories

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.

She knew he was too far gone on his evil motives to even listen to her words of advice. "But you know it, you can never be him," Audrey said matter-of-factly. Mr. Russell chuckled, "That, I know, and that's why I'm planning to take over everything he owns, including you, darling," Mr. Russell leaned over and placed his hand on Audrey's exposed lap, sliding it higher up her thigh. "Stop it, Russell," Audrey shifted her thigh away from his touch. "Relax, darling, with time, you'll get used to my sweet touch, when I'll become the Alpha of, what was it again? Ah, yes, the Green Blue Pack, then you'll-"

"And as stated in the first clause of our contract: absolute ownership begins this very second." Absolute Ownership Ezra stared at the screen with wide eyes. The money was real. His greatest problem had vanished in the blink of an eye, but at the very same moment, a new shackle had locked around his ankles. Darren stepped forward, closing the distance between them until Ezra could inhale the intimidating, masculine scent of sandalwood and amber radiating from the man. Darren’s large, warm hand slowly rose, sliding his fingers through Ezra’s slightly messy hair, before tracing down Ezra's tensed jawline.

We arrive at Letty’s in his matte black Audi e-tron GT it's his favorite car to drive. I stare at the house that is booming with loud music. My hands start sweating due to nervously; I'm not sure about this all the rich kids are nothing but snooty. I don't know how Zen turned out to be so different.

“Yes, yes. You can go. I’m done with you, for now.” I took two steps to the door. “It doesn’t have to be this way, Audrey.” I stopped and looked at her. “It doesn’t have to be like this.” Her cold green eyes slowly came to mine. “Dear, this is exactly how it has to be. I own you just as I owned your father. You will dance to my tune. The world will dance to my tune. It is my destiny and you are just a worthless little pawn.” I sighed. She was beyond saving.

"I don't know Nero. I honestly don't know why, but there is something deep inside me that was telling me that I have to do something about it. I'm not sure if this was just the result of curiosity or if this is something like the lingering will left by the previous owner of this body." [Well, there is a high chance that it could be the lingering will left by the previous owner of your body, just like what you have said. Because if you could still remember, the day that you transmigrated to this world is the same day that the previous owner of that body died from falling to a cliff. She was on her way of getting information about the whereabouts of her parents at that time. Only to end up dyi

“Wait…” I paused with a scoff. “How much more could he owe than what he owes you? Where did all this money go and why did he have to borrow so much” i rushed out getting up and pacing around the living room “How did he go from having so much money and his business going very well to burrow billions?. What the hell is even going on” “Even in his grave he won’t let me have peace, as long as i’m associated to him he’ll keep tormenting me” I yelled out in frustration

“That’s my girl.” They headed out not in the luxurious Rolls Royce, but in a massive, blacked-out SUV that looked more like an armored tank. Waiting for them outside were five other cars filled with Adrian’s most trusted men—his personal elite team, The Hounds. As they drove through the night, the city lights blurring past the windows, the atmosphere inside the car was tense but focused. Adrian held her hand on his lap, his thumb rubbing comforting circles on her skin. “Listen to me carefully,” he said, not looking at her but straight ahead. “When we get inside, things are going to be chaotic. There will be gunfire, there will be enemies. Your first instinct will be to run toward your father

Ridley asked, giving him a skeptical look. Nat scratched his head. “Yeah” he said inarguably. She nodded and sipped her drink slowly. The other guys, Marcus and Peter had moved closer to hear the conversation, now that it looked like they were making moves. Peter, taking a long gulp of his beer, turned to Nat and whispered, “Sexy bird, huh?” “She’s the boss here, actually.” “Damn. That makes it even sexier,” Peter slurred. Nat laughed, his mood was now lightened. “Her dad owns this place,” said Marcus. She’s Russian. My name's Ridley Kentawski.”

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.