Extreme Ownership Audiobook Novels & Stories

Andrei thought, Mine. Not for amusement. Not for pleasure. But because he wanted to own that fire; because he wanted to see what it would take to break it — or if it could be broken at all. He rose from his chair and the leather again, groaned under him. He crushed the last of his cigarette under his heel and strode toward the stage, his black coat trailing behind him like the wings of something dark and terrible. The handlers bowed their heads in automatic respect (that was draped in fear) and submission. They shoved the boy roughly toward him.

A dark tether of obsession that she couldn’t seem to cut, no matter how hard she tried. “I’m not a possession,” Elena whispered. “You don’t own me.” Killian moved closer, black eyes smoldering into hers. "No, I don't own you," he said, moving another step. "But I'm the only one who gets to see all of you. Even the parts you try to hide.".

"You want me to ruin you? To own every inch of you?" "Yes," Luca cried, sobbing, his pleasure and his pain merging into one overwhelming sensation. "Please... own me. Fuck me until I can't think of anyone else!" Adrian’s rhythm was relentless, a punishing, driving force that pushed Luca into the mattress. Every time Adrian hit a spot that made Luca moan, he would growl, "Whose are you?" "Yours!" Luca screamed, his body convulsing as the friction, the heat, and the overwhelming sense of ownership pushed him to the brink. "I’m yours, Adrian! Only yours!"

"I'm not letting my wife go out in public transport." "Damien, it's a girls' night. I want to keep it low-key." Before I could protest, he was already making a call, his tone brooking no argument. He walked me all the way downstairs to the garage. Waiting there was an understated, matte-black Electric Audi—exactly what I had asked for. Honestly, I didn't think I could ever get used to this level of attention and luxury. Being Damien Blackwood's wife still didn't feel real.

I ask. Audrey sighs as she looks around, “Anywhere but here..” I nod, holding her hand tighter and we walk to my car. This is not the same car she mistook for an uber. No, I bought that at the junkyard. It even has a salvaged title to keep it tracing back to me even less likely. I don’t flaunt my money like Mark, but I also don’t hide it. I drive an Audi A5. Audrey lets go of my hand as she places her hand on the hood, “Wow,” she smiles.

She raises a brow. Audrey chuckles in her chest, " I'd rather force you than beg... You owe me your life, if you can remember " Aurora stares at her for a long time, her smiling face changing to a serious one. "I owe one my life" Aurora hates when people claim ownership of her life, "it's mine to live and mine to take away!" Audrey fold her hands over her chest, "but you feel accomplished taking others, how funny!" She chuckles, and her face hardens. "Too bad, I'll be the one to end yours"

"An heir to a multi-billion empire with a nobody, now that's scandalous." "You have quite an imagination, Chad. Maybe you use it and stop being a gold digger." I beckon. "Maybe I will." The way he says it, makes me shudder. He gives me one last stare before leaving. My Audi is seated on the parking lock I unlock it and get comfortable behind the wheel. I had missed it. I smile at myself victoriously, I was able to go through with step one of my plan. I now hope the book, 'How to make him yours' I bought on A****n works.

he said. "I am," she breathed. "This just… feels like the beginning of something." He moved closer, and for an incredibly long time there was no talking between them. Then she turned. "Jerry." "Yes?" "I have to ask you something, but I don't want to hear you say it." He bent his head. "Try me." "Where did those audio recordings come from?" she asked. "The ones that shattered Bellatrix's defenses. No one could've accessed them. but you did."

I reached for the obsidian-gold light in my own arm. "The audit?" I hissed, the silence of the stone making my voice a demonic boom. "I’m the one who owns the ledger now." I slammed my fist into the floor, and the mountain began to scream.

Diana nodded vigorously, backing him up. "Everything you bought became pack property. You know this, Eliza." I felt my wolf stirring, rage building at their audacity, but I kept my voice steady. "Is that so?" I turned back to the auditor. "I have documentation for everything I've mentioned – original ownership papers, transfer records, current valuations. Would you like to see them?" The auditor looked between us before he nodded. "This is ridiculous," Maya protested. "Derek, tell her—" "Everything I own," I continued, speaking over Maya, "has been meticulously tracked and documented. Every item, every share, every transaction." I met Derek's eyes.