Gentle And Lowly Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

> “Hello, Ember. If you’re hearing this, then someone has broken you. Or… you broke yourself.” The voice curled around her like a serpent. > “You know how this ends, my girl. You come back to me. You always do.” She felt her knees weaken. Her lungs lock. Trigger symptoms. Subtle. Trained. She slammed her palm against the table. Breathed through it. “No,” she gasped. “Not anymore.” She hit delete. But the file didn’t vanish. Instead, the screen blinked once. > “VOICEPRINT CONFIRMED. PASSCODE RESET.”

Forcing myself to find courage, I tried to gather my composure, though my hands trembled slightly at my sides. "Sir Riddle…" I began, my voice wavering despite my best efforts to sound composed. “Ambrosius,” he corrected softly, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Call me Ambrosius.” His voice. It was elegant and mesmerizing, like the deep, resonant sound of a cello playing a solemn melody in a darkened room. The richness of the tone made every word he spoke seem deliberate, as though they were meant to echo long after they were said. There was a musical quality to it, reminiscent of a piano's D minor chord—both melancholic and hauntingly beautiful.

Nyx eased Lowena's hot body to the cool forest ground, watching Lowena's heart overtake her. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." Lowena closed her eyes, turning away. There was a cold shiver tracing its fingers along Lowena's scorching flesh, all the way down to her soaked entrance. It was as if gentle, invisible air was tenderly opening Lowena like a flower for Nyx. The spots where pressure would apply so delicately, making Lowena whimper and moan uncontrollably. As if an invisible tongue was swirling around on both the outside and inside of her swollen pussy.

Christian Soft open-mouthed breaths fill my ears in a sweet song and I find I don’t mind it; if anything I like it, given it is as a result of fear. Her brown eyes are wide and searching, but there’s some anger in them. She looks like a wet cat in need of cleaning and petting, and I’m tempted to clean and pet her, but I don’t because I’m more interested in seeing how she plans to break free from me with that anger in her eyes.

He froze for a second, standing at the entrance. "Good morning, Callum. Thank you for finally gracing us with your presence." His father said. The big man smiled and Callum decided he could just leave. "Good morning, Lord Fernsby. " The stranger had a deep, silky voice which made Callum almost shiver. His light hazel eyes looked warm, complementing the dark black hair, neatly cut short. Callum almost draped himself over the nearest armchair. "You wanted to speak to me." He glanced at the taller man who- even if he was shocked by the behavior- didn't show it or acknowledge it in any way.

the male said, visible sadness dripping from his eyes but eventually he calmed down before looking towards Genad. His melancholy mood instantly varnished and was replaced with nothing but seriousness. He stretched forth his hands to Genad, saying, “Now, about your reward. Isn’t that why you’ve been patient all this while?” “Yes, it is.” “Then. Listen carefully.” *** [Later that day] “You’re saying that the gnome ruins suddenly experience a great tremor and now it’s collapsed?” a strange voice muttered. It was deep, smooth as velvet, and held a gentleness that seemed to purify one when heard. It held a certain mysticness to it and its charm commanded respect.

I nod- I would do anything for her. Audrey grabs clothing from her closet and drawers and walks into the bathroom, “I’ll hurry, thank you.” “No problem.” I hear the shower turn on and I sigh as I grab my phone. What did this punk do now? I listen to the recording and my stomach twists- I have to listen to them fuck and it’s not pleasant but I don’t know when or what he said. When I finally hear it, I clench my fists. Audrey is not a whore! No wonder she is so upset. Dirty talk or not- he degraded her WHILE fucking her, treating her like some street rift, and he thought that was okay! I shake my head and turn off my phone when I hear the shower turn off.

His voice was so gentle , that even if he did intend to scold it sounded as if he was doing it out of love. All my life I have been around aggressive men , due to being the princess the men that surrounded me were aggressive and tough – their voices were made of steel and anyone would cry if they heard them scold or shout. Never have I ever , heard a man’s voice so gentle , so calm and so angelic before. I feel my legs being controlled by my urge to see the face behind the voice , and I stride to the opening of the stable to find a man gently petting the snout of a caramel horse with white spots. I do not see his face due to his back being turned against me , but I do know that this man will

Let someone carry up warm water for washing later. A glance from Fergus - sharp as stone - lands on me, studying the plain blue fabric, the mess of my hair after wind, how I stand without court grace. In his view, just another gentle southerner lost here. His back bends again into that rigid dip of respect. The words come flat: obedience served cold

KYLA'S POV "His name is Lowell," I answered, and the second the name left my lips, Atlas began to cough furiously like he had just swallowed a fly. I jumped slightly, my heart skipping a beat. "Goddess, are you alright?" I asked, my voice filled with worry. "Yes. Yes, I'm fine," he finally said, coming up for air as his face returned to its normal color. He cleared his throat and looked at me with an unreadable expression. "Lowell. That is a very strong name."