Go Set A Watchman Audiobook Novels & Stories

GABRIELLA. I walk out of the station with a thousand and one things on my to do list. The familiar feeling of actual fresh air hits my skin, making my pores react with pure satisfaction and I couldn't be more grateful for that feeling. "Don't forget my instructions miss Johannson. You can not under any circumstances leave the country, go anywhere near the hospital and always make sure you keep us informed of all your movements." Manuel Reeds, the bastard who interrogated me reminds me for the billionth time and honestly, I was getting sick and tired of his unnecessarily rude attitude.

"It was the last thing she bought before the car crash. Arthur wanted me to throw it away when I turned eighteen. He said a Sovereign shouldn't wear a watch that loses three seconds every week." "Your mother had good taste," Scarlett said softly, stepping into the closet beside him. She reached up, her fingers gently taking the watch from his palm and fastening the worn leather strap around his left wrist, her touch slow, deliberate, and entirely grounding. "A watch that loses time is a good reminder that the world doesn't always move according to a script."

"I am the King because I'm the one who carries the most! If you take the hurting away... you take the Sovereign! I don't want your clean sky! I want the mud!" A surge of gold static erupted from his palm—not a supernova, but a jagged, irregular pulse that tasted of maternal spite and childish rebellion. The white tiles of the Audit field flickered. A crack of basalt black-and-gold appeared in the clinical floor. *** Miles away, on the Southern Ridge, the command deck of the GBCA primary carrier was a funeral of digital noise. Director Halloway stood before a wall of monitors that were no longer showing tactical maps. They were showing the Audit. The white void of the Watchers had bypassed th

******* “Why did you bring me out here?” Junior asked looking around and seeing nothing but trees, bushes and an empty road. “I was able to get in, though it wasn’t easy. The device in Amanda’s watch is military grade and as I am speaking to you the police are tracking her every move and listening to every conversation she’s having with anyone. It is even reading her pulse, see.” Nelson showed Junior the readings on the side of his laptop screen “This means her pulse is stable. The moment there is change in the readings, it will send a distress code and the police will not be too far. So, you need to be careful about what you say around her, which of course you already know.” He informed in

Ines Sutherland's gaze moved from the divorce agreement on the table to me. Her voice was full of impatience. "Arthur Weber, stop being unreasonable. My sister is gone. Taking care of Marcus is the proper thing to do." Marcus Pierce panicked and pushed the gold watch back toward Ines. "Ines, take the watch back. Do not let me cause trouble between you and Arthur." As he spoke, he covered his face and began to cry. "I just have a miserable life. Your sister died too early. I deserve to be alone forever..."

To his Smart Watch, he ordered, "Take me back to my time, my mission here is over, and leave no single err in Time; as though I never came here-" "Are you sure of this?" the Smart Watch asked. Anderson turned to look at the teary-eyed faces of the duo, then said affirmatively, "Yes." "Processing in 3. . ." The mob finally broke the gate. ". . .2. . ." "Seize him!" ordered the old man. ". . .1!" There was a kind of time-bomb-like explosion, and then, there was total silence and blackout.

And I… I had insisted on wearing it. Electronic. GPS enabled. Voice command. Panic pulse. It was my ticket out. My fingers moved slowly, subtly, as I tapped the small edge of the side clasp twice, then paused, then tapped again. It was a code—my personal SOS sequence. Clinton had set it up. The watch was supposed to signal two numbers: Caleb and Clinton. If the battery still held, it would also activate the emergency tracker. But I had to be careful. If they caught me messing with it, it was over.

He was looking at the view of the world they had left behind. She ran to him. Her heart was beating with joy. She grabbed his shoulder. Turned him around. "Benson we made it! We -" Maya froze. The man who turned around had Bensons face. He had Bensons eyes.. When he spoke his voice sounded like a thousand different people talking at once. His skin was covered in the silver symbols that the Watchers machines had. The man smiled,. His eyes were cold. "The bridge is finished Manager " the man said. ". Did you really think the spark could survive the fire without becoming part of the flame?"

“They found out about the watch. They’re prepared to ruin whatever is left of your sorry life if they don't get it back. Damon Hemsworth doesn't look like a man who plays by the rules.” “I don't remember any watch,” she lies again, her jaw tightening. “And how do you know that man?” “It doesn't matter,” I say, moving to hang up the receiver. “I’ll leave now. And when I get back to the office, I’ll tell Zenovar to cancel Dad’s cardiac consultation. Let’s see how his heart holds up in a humid cell without his medication.”

“I’ll talk! I’ll tell you everything! I overheard one thing… something about your aunt ignoring his lover. She bought something his lover desperately wanted… something he couldn’t forgive her for!” Greg’s eyes turned icy, his voice tinged with disbelief. "What?" Ben thought he was asking for details and quickly added, "It was a watch! A men’s wristwatch!" Dean stood by the window, his brows tightly knit, his gaze dark and contemplative. His voice was low, almost like a murmur to himself, yet loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. "Killing someone… over a watch? Have any of you ever heard of this man? Vander?"