I Who Have Never Known Men Audiobook Novels & Stories

I'm going to invite them in now" he turns to open the door wider and then steps in a man taller than anybody I've ever seen before. He was older and had white and grey hairs he looked.. pretty but also very scary. Is this my father? His clothes were all black they looked really clean. When I raised my head our eyes met. His eyes.. were watery with tears why is he crying? I thought. Following him 5 more tall men came inside are they my brothers? All of them looked really scary way scarier and bigger than Robbie, I shrunk down in the bed pulling the covers up to my nose only leaving my eyes visible. The man who I think is my father slowly walks up to me but I flinch and close my eyes tight afr

I tell him. I consider what I want to start with to tell him and decide to start with the really bad so he can get out now if he wants, so I say, "I didn't recieve an honorable discharge from the military." "Why?" He asks in the same tone I did earlier. "When I tell you this, I want you to first know that I am ok, I still have some flashbacks about it, and there was a small amount of time in my life it had a very negative effect on me mentally. I don't want you to ask me my number of previous partners. I was raped while overseas. I didn't report it for 6 months because the guy who did it was 4 hours away on another base. I never thought I would have to see him again. Then I found out we were

"You've spent your w‌hole l⁠i⁠fe‍ be​ing what ot‍her people needed. Your‌ mot⁠her. Your stepfather. Now you're here and​ n‌o on⁠e's ask‌ing you to⁠ be anything except⁠ yourse‌lf. A​nd you don't kn⁠o‌w who that⁠ is beca‌use you've never been allowed to find⁠ out." ​The words hit harder tha⁠n I e⁠xpected. Because he was right. I‍'‍d spent tw‍ent⁠y-two ye​ars being small. Qui‌et. Whateve⁠r kept pe‍ople fro‍m l‍eaving. And now I was he‌re with th‌ree men who saw al​l of me—ugly and b‌roken and desperate and th⁠ey still wanted me⁠.

Not yet. I stood at the center of the room, staring at nothing, my hands flexing and unflexing like they didn’t know what to do now. I had told myself I’d never be that guy. The one who spirals over a woman. The one who lets people in just to get cut open. But here I was. I sat back down on the edge of the bed and tapped the screen to life. The same audio file blinked at me like a dare. I pressed play again.

"Since I was a child, I've been told stories of a very powerful man. He was strong, kind and fearless. He had respect for many, but chose to only follow one. An alpha who was more powerful and more kind than he could ever fathom. I was told that one day, it will come a time where that alpha would return, and he would call forth his warriors once more. I believe you are that alpha, and I am the beta to your alpha." I said, staring only at Kwen. She had a dazed look, as if trying to compute what was being said. "How do you know this?" Kwen questioned. I turned to my father who sat a few seats away from me. My eyes darted to the book in his hands, and he immediately knew what I was asking. He s

And maybe—if the universe was kind— I'd hear that little voice again someday. "Daddy."

I am going about mine. I am a thirty-five-year-old man who built half of what exists on this floor and the three above it. I have more control over more moving parts than most men twice my age. I have never, in fifteen years of professional or personal life, permitted a situation to exist that I did not choose to permit. I pick up the Meridian file. I read the first line. I have no idea what the first line says. I close the file. I set it on the desk.

He didn’t rush me or even to think of helping me to start a conversation. He just watched me, like a predator studying a cornered prey, calm and patient, knowing I would eventually make another foolish move. “I… you see, it’s not what you think,” I began, my voice trembling as I tried to catch hold of words that didn’t exist. “It’s… it’s just that I wanted to go, you know, to… to know how… how men work and all of that. You should understand, like… trying to learn about men.”

His words had peeled another layer of emotion I didn't know I could feel. “If we shared the same bed, wouldn't it bother you knowing I'm damaged goods?” I asked, my voice barely audible. Adrian didn't hesitate. “You're not damaged goods, Scarlett, and even if you were, I'm hardly one to judge because I'm not perfect either. If I were, my biological parents wouldn't have abandoned me, and my adoptive family would have shown me what it felt like to be loved, but they didn't. That’s why I spent the last twenty-eight years of my life learning everyone's weaknesses before they could exploit mine. I made sure every one of their secrets remained within arm's reach, so if they ever decided to come a

Narrated by Helen. There I was, on my way to marry a man in a wheelchair whom I didn't know, a man I detested for practically forcing me into this marriage; a man who was several years older than me and was forcing me to be forever tied to a paralytic. Yes, as I mentioned before, a paralytic. And it's not that I'm a bad person who sees such individuals as lesser beings, quite the opposite; I admired them for overcoming their difficulties. But this Dylan Mayora was the cruelest man in the world.