Extreme Ownership Audiobook Novels & Stories

“More than I need, I guess. But today, we’re taking my latest Audi. It’s perfect for where we’re going.” I narrowed my eyes. “Did you kill to get them?” He laughed. “I’m a businessman, Ella. I don’t steal, unless someone steals from me first. So no. I worked my ass off for them. Illegally, of course.” He laughed. That laugh… “Are we going with a driver?” I asked, glancing around. “No one touches the driver’s seat of my Audi.” His tone was final, and I rolled my eyes. He led me to a sleek, midnight-black Audi. The body gleamed like obsidian. When he tossed me the keys, I caught them midair, frowning.

The security guard spoke very clearly, and all of them heard what he said. At that moment, the scene was silent. Edward and the others widened their eyes. They were so shocked that their eyes were about to fall out of their sockets. Did they hear that right? Chase, the country bumpkin, was the owner of this Rolls-Royce that was worth more than ten million? How was this possible? The first to regain their senses was Edward. He stammered, “A-Are you sure you got the right person? How could he be the owner of this car?”

he responded, proceeding to tell them how it all went down. Julian whistled. “Damn. You actually did it. Six months of him being your… what did you call it? Personal companion?” Vegas’s smile turned darker. “Exactly. He belongs to me now. No more running after him. No more hiding behind that girl. He’s going to learn exactly what it means to cross me.” Julian laughed, raising his glass. “To the most obsessive man I know.” “Hope you know what you’re doing with this one,” Remmy added, a not-so-stoked expression on his face.

“I’ll give you access to your brother. That’s all. No classroom, no part-time academic redemption arc.” Her breath hitched. “Why?” “Because I didn’t buy a schoolgirl,” he said, reaching her. “I bought a woman who knew how to look me in the eye and still part her legs.” His fingers brushed her jaw. “Now come upstairs, Riva. It’s time you learn what it really means to be owned.” His bedroom smelled like expensive sin. Dark wood. Warm leather. Whiskey and him. The lights were low. Soft music played—instrumental, haunting.

"Nakukwento ka sa akin ng ama mo." "Thank you, Atty. The pleasure is mine. Let's seat." Umupo na kami. I called the waiter to take our orders and when we're done, I became serious. "Shall we start?" He presented me my father's last documents. Matiim kong binasa lahat ng iyon. All of his properties, earnings, bank accounts and all, he's transferring it to me! Hindi ako makapagsalita habang tinitignan lahat ng iyon sa harapan ni Atty. Santos.

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.

he says emphatically, “I knew you could do it! What did they tell you? What have you found out?” “I’ve found out that you own their headquarters,” I tell him, “And I don’t understand what the hell is going on here.” His silence is deafening. His face is blank. He either has no idea what I’m talking about, or he’s a damn good actor. And I don’t know what to believe. “I own it,” August replies, his confusion evident, “What do you mean I own it? How could I own it?” “That’s what I’d like to know,” I yell at him furiously, “How is that possible? How could you do it? To your own kind?To your own FAMILY? How could you help those savages? Why?”

Chapter 12 KYOMI POV I should’ve known that the idea of escaping was as far-fetched as me buying the world’s most expensive private yacht and living off a private island with a thousand maids at my beck and call. I realized just how badly I had overestimated my non-existent escape plan when I got into the back of a fancy black Maybach, only to be canoodled beside Master who was taking up all the space and making me feel so tiny all in one go. Terrell, the bulky guy from that other night occupied the driver’s seat, while the descendent of Goliath the giant took up the passenger side.

He drank straight from the last bottle of beer and then looked at me darkly. “Tch! You don't care, Howard! You don't know how I feel!” he shouted. It's a good thing the music is really loud in the whole bar. Otherwise, we might be the focus of the audience now. The owner can't do anything also because Zion has made a big investment in it. When he dropped the bottle, he called the waiter again and ordered another bucket. Aish! The stubbornness.

'''' '''Answer me please. ''''I told you I hated him and I wanted to take my revenge on my own...''' '''So, You are using me????''' '''In a way yes... you wanted to hurt him and to let him go and in a way I wanted the same. i wanted to hurt him too. I wanted to hit him on his weak point and you are just perfect for this...'''' ''''oh really?????''''' ''''and one more thing... I didn't have any proof..''''