Gentle And Lowly Audiobook Novels & Stories

Emily’s voice came to the rescue of me. The two of them stared at each other without a single word. Elizalde doesn’t seem pleased about this. I cleared my throat when I noticed Emily’s tears were about to fall. “Elizalde...love.” I gently stroked his side to get his attention back on me. “It’s alright. I’m okay.” I whispered, and he sighed. “Let’s go home.” His gentle eyes twinkled, and I weakly nodded. . C.M. LOUDEN

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

The crimson blood looks obscene on the beautiful flowers. “You're carrying our Alpha's pup. Human or not, you're part of this Pack.” Low whispers, his hands land on my shoulders again but this time it feels comforting instead of controlling, I still not comfortable with how close he is but at least he’s not pushing himself against my back. It's only after I take a few deep breaths that I realise Low is trying to comfort me how Gideon does; he’s not trying to take his place. Low saw how I reacted to Ghost pulling me against his chest and he’s not making the same mistake, comfort I can handle but there is only one man who feels right pressed against me.

Angelica “Is this really necessary?” I ask with a huff, my arms crossed against my chest, my eyes narrowed at the cause of my stress this morning. As expected, he doesn’t respond. He’s sitting cross-legged on the two-seater couch, taking a sip from the mug in his hand and staring down at his iPad with a squint. “Ah, excuse me Signora,” the old maid says in a voice I’ve never heard before. So calm, respectful, and very different from how I remember she sounds.

I shudder at the thought and watch as Lowell finally has the last word then turns, walking back to where he left me. All thoughts of him doing bad things to me evade me as I watch him. The air he carried felt lighter and welcoming. After being with more men than I could count, it was easy to differentiate between, cunning, evil, manipulative and pretension. This man appeared to be none of those and I felt my heart finally wanting to warm up to someone after 17 years. ”What is your name?” Lowell asks. ”Rudina.” I mutter. He moves closer and bends more to hear what I had said. It was no surprise, no one ever heard what I was saying anyway, they never needed to. I was a slave, my voice was not

he says, his voice tinged with respect and fondness for Audrey. Audrey, sitting by his side, listens attentively, a soft smile gracing her lips as she absorbs Jade's heartfelt words. A glint of gratitude shines in her eyes as she responds, "Thank you, Jade. Your words mean a lot to me." She feels a warmth in her heart at his kind sentiments, touched by the sincerity and admiration in his voice. As Jade continues, acknowledging the secret efforts Audrey has made to protect Kalix and support him through the challenges they have faced, Audrey's heart swells with a mix of emotions.

*Try. I did. I tried with everything. My legs trembled as I tried to stand myself, but they gave out immediately. I fell back to the ground with a small , broken, pathetic whimper that sounded nothing like the powerful creature I'd been not so long ago. The footsteps came closer. Slow, careful, cautious. Like whoever it was clearly didn't want to startle a dangerous animal. Smart. "Easy," the voice said again, it was a man's voice, definitely male, with a rough edge that spoke of someone who'd lived hard. "I'm not going to hurt you."

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.

replied the priest as he laughed joyously. “Ah, I see, I see… So, you’re feeling proud of yourself, thinking that you were being resourceful earlier… You must be feeling ecstatic from assuming that you’ve already captured me by this point! Still, you keep repeating the phrase, ‘lowly Crawfords’… Just to clear things up a bit, I hope you realize that to me, you’re nothing more than an ant!” said Gerald with a wry smile on his face.

“And how did you feel afterward?” “Guilty,” I whispered. “But not enough to stop me from coming back.” He nodded once, like he’d expected exactly that answer. “Kneel.” I dropped to the stone floor in front of the table. The cold bit into my knees. The open book waited. The new chapter was titled *Deeper Repentance*. “Read,” he ordered. “From the top. Loud and clear this time.” My voice shook as I began. “I renounce the weakness of my body. I offer every impure touch to God as suffering. I reject the pleasure that pulls me from grace…”