Free The Book Thief Audiobook Novels & Stories

“At the top of the second shelf in the library, you’ll a book wrapped in brown leather. Rumor has it, that it belonged to Sofia and it used to be her favorite. It’s the only thing left of her in this house.” Leah’s brow lifted. “Good, that should give me something. Thanks Rachel, I’m out.” With that, she left the cellar and went straight to the library. She followed Racheal’s directions and reached for the book. It was covered in dust and cobwebs. Leah coughed as the dust filled the air, restricting her lungs. The initials “S.A” was written on the abstract page of the book in bold letters. She placed the leather-bound book on her lap with reverence, brushing away the lingering dust with her

While I am waiting, I pick up the book by his bedside and read the title, ‘Six of Crows’, I turn it around to read the blurb, it was about six thieves trying to pull off an impossible heist to save their country. The book seemed like a very interesting read, maybe after Blake was done with the book, I could read after him. In the meantime, I bring out my phone and I open the app I have for books. I go the book I am currently reading, it is murder mystery/ thriller, titled ‘As good as dead’ and it is very interesting and intriguing.

The day before the college entrance exam, the class belle everyone adored stepped onto the podium. "I wasn't going to tell anyone, but I couldn't bear to let you all miss this opportunity. There's a hidden rule in this year's college entrance exam system. If you soak your answer sheet, it'll be transferred for a special manual review by top universities." I froze, staring at her for a long while before finally blinking dumbly. In my previous life, those exact words had been enough to make someone as dull as me lose my composure for the first time in my life. I ran to get the teacher and stopped the entire class from soaking their answer sheets. In the end, the class belle failed the exam

I exhaled shakily and turned another page. That was when Pelin suddenly froze. “Manolya.” Her voice had changed. I barely looked up. “If this is another dead end, I swear—” “No,” she whispered. “Look.” She shot to her feet so fast the cream sofa cushions shifted beneath her, and I nearly choked on my tea. “Elhamdülillah, look. Look!” (Praise be to God) Pelin squealed. I coughed, setting the cup aside as Pelin bounced in place, clutching a thick, old book I hadn’t seen before.

Started to melt, flowing up the Auditors arm like oil. CRACK. The white gold book broke in half. The pages did not fall. They turned into a cloud of dots that got sucked into my right eye and deleted. The Auditor stumbled back its coat falling apart the numbers on its fabric turning into nonsense. "The thing we were looking at... Is gone " the Auditor whispered, its line fading away. "The Bank... Says this place is a loss." With a sound the Auditor turned into a pile of harmless silver dust that covered the floor like frost.

“Sure thing, sweetie. I’ll bring it right up.” “Thanks Etsu.” “No problem, kiddo. And the tarts on the house.” As Etsu walked over to serve the other guy Caitlynn reached into her bag and pulled out her book. For today it was The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. She turned to her bookmark, slipped it out and began reading from page 193. Her gaze swept across the pages, dark brown eyes drinking in every word in the tale told by Death. She loved this book because the characters intrigued her, most specifically the main protagonist, Liesel.

"Joe, lie down and get some rest. I'll read you a story, okay?" "What story?" "A normal one, about love," She then asked, "do you think that it's boring?" "Not really," He replied, "but these days we have audio books, right? You don't have to read them out aloud." "It's alright, I have nothing else to do anyway." "Alright then." Josiah slowly closed his eyes. The story was about a love story between a rich man and a kindergarten teacher. Josiah did not find the story particularly interesting but he was allured by Meredith's soft and gentle voice.

“We are a part of you and you a part of us, it has always been so.” Hands grabbed at her and her leather outfit gave way under their strong fingers. She stared into The commander’s grey eyes and a piece of memory she’d lost floated back to the surface. She had been a child, and she was reading a fabled book she stole from her mother’s chest when Mother entered. “That’s terrible.” Little Freya had said, her nose wrinkling, forgetting that the book was stolen goods. “What is?” Mother asked and she showed her the illustration. There was a girl on a dead, skeletal horse and behind her were four dead, skeletal men on their skeletal horses.