Gene Wilder Audiobook Novels & Stories

It was a low, masculine groan that vibrated in the very air of the room. It was Caleb. She knew his voice as well as she knew her own name. She had spent years memorizing every inflection, every growl, and every rare laugh. The wall to her left pulsed with a steady, heavy rhythm. There it was again. A sound caught between a growl and a curse. Lena bit her lip so hard she tasted copper. Her thighs clenched instinctively under the guest room sheets, her body reacting to the sound before her mind could even process the reality of it. The air in the small room was suddenly too hot, thick with the leftover scent of her own perfume and the lime from the tequila shots.

She asks she with crossed arms I guess she's right. "My name is Hanna" I decide to tell her as I give in "Hanna Wilder" she says my name which causes my body to feel tingly all over Whoa. What was that? I stand up straighter to try and hide this feeling. My ex-boyfriend never made me feel like that. "Pretty name" she says as she tucks a strand of her black hair behind her ear Her eyes never stray away from mine as she does so.

“Call him again and distract him while the witches carry out the spell.” Halle nodded. “Okay.” As she dialed his number back, I scrolled back to the security footage. Wilder was still standing outside with his armed men. What exactly did he plan on doing? Who knew that such an intense moment with me and Halle would end up being so chaotic and out of control? When the call connected, Halle couldn’t even say anything. I could tell that she was too stunned to even speak. I took the phone from her. “Hey, Wilder,” I said, trying to force my voice into a steady tone. “I’d advise you to just leave. You don’t want to do this.”

" I snickered. Just as I was about to speak, I saw Wendy's eyes glint with jealousy at his words. Before I could react, the horse next to Wendy suddenly went wild. Breaking free of its reins, it ran at me. Julius paled and tried to rush to my aid, but Wendy suddenly screamed and collapsed to the ground, clutching her ankle. Julius turned back without hesitation and ran to her side. The same incident happened five years ago, but this time, Julius chose Wendy. I laughed self-deprecatingly, but I didn't panic. This time, I had more than enough guards with me. They quickly stepped in to shield me behind their backs. Looking at the decapitated horse on the ground, I said calmly, "Look into why it

At first, I could only hear the muffled voices of people I barely recognized. Even though I wanted to move, my body felt too heavy. Just lifting a finger suddenly felt like carrying a 60 kg dumbbell with only one hand. Little by little, the voices became clearer and I managed to identify that one of them was my secretary, Viola.

Douglas shouted outside, but Elisa did not reply to him. "I'm sorry. I gambled and I couldn't pay. The money was too big. They wanted to take my life. There was no way I would have survived it. I'm sorry," he changed his voice. I would have been a dead man by now if not for you." "I would have preferred that you were dead." She shouted. "I don't have anything to do with you anymore. It's over. I survived your plot. You sold the person you claimed to love. I can never have anything to do with you. I almost lost my life because you love gambling. I wonder why I became so blind to have allowed you into my life to this extent?"

The companies' profits were severely harmed. Off in the distance, they all heard a disconcerting crunch. They remained motionless for a few seconds, sinking further into the mud, waiting for another sound to soothe our worries. Instead, there was a deceptive quiet. Legolas' reaction was delayed, but as soon as he remembered his position, his hand sprang up. He waved us down hurriedly. For a few moments, he peered intently into the dense green forest, attempting to pierce it with his own hands.

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A fine dust sifted down from the ceiling, glittering in the weird, pulsing light. Ethan, white as milk and cradling his splinted arm like a priceless treasure, had his eyes squeezed shut. He wasn’t humming his calming tunes now. He was listening with every fiber of his being, his head cocked, his whole face a picture of dawning terror. “It’s… it’s not a song,” he whispered, as if saying it too loud would summon it faster. “It’s a single note. One note, so deep and so old it’s been playing since this mountain was a molehill. It’s the mountain’s own note. And it’s annoyed.”

Then, he waved to a waiter and ordered some food for us. Jared quietened down after the orders were taken and stared at me with his eyes glazed over, looking a little lost. I knew he had taken too big a sip of whiskey earlier and was struggling to stay clear-headed. Just as I wondered if I should take the opportunity to bring up my resignation and have him approve it while he was in a daze, I realized that he was burning a hole in my head with that blatant, fiery gaze of his. I felt my goosebumps rising.