Extreme Ownership Audiobook Novels & Stories

“Oh, come on.” Before he could stop me, I snatched his phone from the cup holder and immediately started scrolling through it. My expression twisted in horror. “Jaxon.” “What?” “There are no songs here.” “There are.” “No, there aren't. There are podcasts, recordings, battle reports, and what appears to be an audiobook about military strategy.” Daniel snorted. Ryan looked mildly interested for the first time all trip. “What kind of psychopath drives for hours without music?” “The productive kind,” Jaxon replied.

His sharp gaze shifted back and forth between Aceli and Luca. “Give me my grandkids.” Pandora glanced at Kingston, not because she was afraid of her father-in-law, but because his fingers had already been exploring her back; slowly sliding down and stopping at her buttocks before squeezing them. “There’s an advantage to an old, addicted creature coming into the human world.” Kingston whispered after his father left, taking Luca and Aceli with him as they followed, holding onto the cloth draped over King Osso’s body. Seizing the opportunity, the man immediately lifted Pandora back toward the room.

"I want the full picture before I close it. Find out how far back the access goes." "I will call by morning." Alexander does not go straight home. He drives to the Cliffside Estate and walks the grounds for an hour in the cold. This is the only moment in the day where he is not performing for an audience. He is not falling apart. He is not built that way. But the weight is real. Someone he trusted with proximity to his company has been systematically dismantling it from the inside. He stands at the edge of the cliff and looks at the water. The anger is quiet. Cold. Total.

“I’m very good at calculating the acceptable loss. And right now? Burning this whole history to the ground looks like a very good return on investment.” I looked at Darius. He saw the fire in my eyes — not the resonance, but the real human rage of a woman who was done being a variable. He nodded once. His hand slid down to grip mine. His strength was the only thing keeping the world from spinning. “Last audit, Ace?” he rasped. “Last audit,” I agreed. I threw the lighter.

“Every inch, every pulse, every motion is ours. You remained obedient under scrutiny. That is ownership.” Aurelius pressed along my shoulders and sides. His grip tightened possessively, fingers sinking deep into my flesh while his nails scraped roughly down my ribs, leaving burning red trails that stung fiercely and throbbed with prolonged heat. He yanked me back against his chest with rough demand, the sudden pull sending fresh waves of aching pain through my bruised skin. His amber eyes were sharp and possessive. “Feel the weight of claim, the tether of attention. Every challenge only proves obedience. You are ours entirely.”

Lyra's POV Listen, I've had some shit mornings in my life. The time I woke up with a hangover so bad I thought I was dying. The morning after my wolf got bound and I couldn't shift. That god-awful day I found Killian in bed with someone else. But walking into the lobby of Damien's corporate building and seeing my ex-boyfriend standing there like he owned the place? That might actually top the list. "Lyra." Killian's voice cut through the marble-and-glass lobby like a knife. "We need to talk."

Alex doesn't like that proverb because to him it's like a curse that's been tied to him since he was born. Alex feels very tired of people who praise him by associating himself with his family. How could he not, Alex was always associated with his surname Maxwell as if he meant nothing without his last name. His father was a Supreme Court judge who was very famous for his assertiveness in giving decisions at court as well as with his intelligence so that everyone in his city had great respect for his father. And his mother is a professor of health who managed to find a breakthrough drug that is very effective and managed to establish the third-largest pharmaceutical company in the country.