Gene Wilder Audiobook Novels & Stories

The smooth smile Zein had on his face went off when he heard the next words: “My son, you’re not alone in this world. I’m with you. I’m with you because I’m your mother! Your father and your grandmother took you away from me! Please, wake up and listen to me! You don’t deserve this! I’m the one who should be here! You’re all I have. Don’t leave me alone! Don’t do that! You’re all I have! My son, I’m not a murderer! I didn’t kill those people! Please, my love, you have to listen to me. Gadriel, I… I… I’m not Amelia Muriel… I… I… I’m Erika Beltran, the woman who gave birth to you and was punished for a crime she did not commit. Gadriel, just wake up!”

He flies down the stairs, grabbing his brother in a hug. Wilder repeats the story of what happened to Wyatt's parents as he hugs the children who don't want to let him go. At first Lucy was shy around him and he teared up, thinking that she had forgotten him, but then she went to him, snuggling into him so sweetly. After a few hours of being with us, Wilder turns to me. “I'm ready to go see Grandpa.” So he and I take Wyatt's truck to the rehab facility. “How is he doing? Really?” Wilder asks me, as we walk down the hallway to his room.

"Hell no, Ram, we’re in the hospital, and since you’re wounded, I doubt you’ll be able to perform well enough to please me." Lexie said, shaking her head as she laughed again when Ram whispered. "Well, I can’t indeed, but I’m sure you can ride daddy…" -THE END Follow for book two

His voice must be deadly when he rejects someone because he always sounds so proper. Wilder removes my hand from his mouth gently, catching my gaze. "I won't say a word about it." Somehow I don't trust him. "Really?" "Yes, but..." Wilder is grinning. "You could admit that you liked what-can't-be-named a tiny bit." Entirely deadpan, I glare up at him. "No." Wilder's rough fingers on my back thread in circles, and I close my eyes briefly, only to realize the bastard is trying to weaken my resolve by gifting me a massage.

I say, and he smirks. "You sought me out, Adahleene." He tsks, and I freeze. "I didn't. Leave." I say, mind reeling. "Easy," He says, hands crossed, with a persistent smile. "Before you call your sugar daddy, listen to me. I am Wilder, and you did seek me out, Flower. A part of you, your mind recognized it, and falted, seeking me out, hence, here I am." I stare at him, saying nothing, hoping he explains what this is, or I'll scream bloody murder, faster than he can say Flower.