Extreme Ownership Audiobook Novels & Stories

Audrey eyed him,wondering why he was suddenly acting concerned about her. “You two really need to learn how to mind your business!”Audrey snapped and walked off. *********** There was a large crowd outside,peering at a shiny,black Mercedes-Maybach. People whispered in awe,wondering who it belonged to. Audrey knew it was Lucien and she awkwardly made a beeline for the car. As she held the doorknob,Josh’s voice sounded behind her. “What the fuck are you doing,Audrey?” She glanced back at him to find him marching up towards her.

“Hey… What is the meaning of this? You just destroyed my car. Are you mad? How could you…” Before the man could finish speaking, Stanley slowly rolled down his window halfway. As soon as the car window was rolled down, Stanley’s cold face appeared before the Audi owner. Stanley’s cold aura emanated from within the car. The Audi owner was so shocked that he couldn’t even curse out loud what was on his mind. He swallowed everything he wanted to say.

, I said with the level of boldness in my voice fading off slowly. "I AM HE, THE OWNER OF THE HOUSE, AND I AM READY TO MOVE IN, HOW DOES IT SOUND?". AUTHORESS JANE ✍️

I heave, my breath hitched in my throat as I watch him slowly unbuckling his belt. “What does it look like I'm doing?” He tosses his belt away and unzips his pants. “I'm taking what's mine.” I gasp loudly when my eyes meet his huge shaft and I clench the sheets, my body flushing warm. “But... you can't.” “I can and I will,” he counters, hovering above me and tracing patterns up my inner thigh until his fingers graze my slit. He lowers his face to mine, his breath hot against my skin. “You became mine the moment you signed the contract. I own you and every inch of your body. And I'll claim it all, starting now. Now be a good girl and spread your legs for me.”

We went into it and it had a wide variety of about twenty luxurious cars, causing me to open my eyes widely in amusement. My jaw literally dropped when we got to his car that I was going to be driven into Justin's house. It was a Maybach Excelero car. It was fucking beautiful. It had two long doors and fulda-red stripes and the shining carbon-fibre door panels. He opened the passenger's side wide open for me to enter, like a gentleman, nudging me before I could gather the courage to enter.

"This is my house and this is my room. You are not allowed to show any rights on anything here." He chuckled. "What's so funny??" "The way you think that Nothing here belongs to me but in reality." He pulled me closer and I touched his chest to hold myself. "What the hell?" I shouted. "Everything here belongs to me. Including You. Selena Kapoor. You are not admitting it now but one day you would definitely." I was trying to push him away. "How dare you touch me again??" I was so rude and he was still being so stubborn and was smiling like a Maniac.

When someone forced my head down, demanded that I lick a car in front of everyone and strip away every shred of my dignity—you, my husband, chose silence. "I always believed that marriage meant standing together no matter what—being each other's shield. "That's why I've been helping your family behind the scenes. Otherwise, did you really think your family rose so quickly in Grebour City on its own? "Now I see—I was wrong." I finished and turned away, no longer interested in the face that had instantly lost all color. I pressed the accelerator lightly. The engine roared—VROOM—a violent, living heartbeat exploding from the "Obsidian."

I stared at him, my heartbeat pounding so loudly it drowned out everything else. Ownership. The word echoed in my mind, sharp and poisonous. “I’m not property,” I said, forcing each word out carefully, as if speaking too quickly might shatter what little control I still had. Dominic Voss regarded me with mild interest, as if I had just made an observation worth considering but not agreeing with. “In theory,” he said. “No one is.” He reached into his jacket and removed his phone, checking the screen briefly before slipping it back into his pocket. The movement was casual, unhurried an infuriating contrast to the panic burning through my veins.

* * * The silence in the car is insanely loud. Cole drives. He does not speak. Does not look back. The city is more and more behind us as we drive and my hand is folded in my lap. I breathe slowly as I just sit and wait. I have learned in the weeks I have spent in Marcus's world that silence is not empty. It is full of everything people are deciding whether to say. "The inside man got away," Marcus says finally. Flat. Controlled. "When you moved he had a window and he took it."

Hellen turned to an ashen-faced Agnes and said, her words dripping with sarcasm, “What about your dumb son-in-law, Agnes? Even though he married into your family, he should have a car to show for. Don’t tell me your family still owns the same three-hundred-grand Audi A4?” “Our Audi A4 was wrecked.” A figure drew close.