I Who Have Never Known Men Audiobook Novels & Stories

Inside, underlined in red: “I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.” Below it, handwritten: But you’ve never been free, August. Not from me. August slammed the book shut and stepped back. He felt watched. Trapped. And he was starting to wonder if Ash had ever really left the room. Later, August attended his literature lecture just to keep himself grounded. People stared at him again. But this time, someone whispered something worse. “That’s Sebastian Wolfe, isn’t it? The guy who disappeared?” His chest locked. They weren’t talking about Ash.

I punched him on his shoulder, “Say it already.” “Have you ever read at least one page of your history text book?” He is right. I am dumb, dumber, dumbest. They are all social reformists who fought for women rights. Why didn’t I think of it before? Argh! He looked at me with those green eyes which are still small like they are half closed. “Don’t tell me that you don’t know them.” I said UFF intentionally releasing the air, “I never heard of them till now.”

He pushed me outside the kitchen. I saw people talking and laughing and taking pictures and some were eating. I walked to a table. This table has a Father, Mother and two younger boys. I stood like a pillar after lending the iPad to the Father. He began to order a big menu. I didn't get what he said. He repeated again and again. I think he found out that I didn't understand by seeing my face. And finally, he asked, "Are you new?" I nodded. He smiled and selected some recipes from the menu and gave the iPad back to me.

Everyone can't seem to help but awe at that. "So whatever it is you're going through right now, it could be because of the pandemic or not, just know that it doesn't stay like that, it's not meant to stay like that. It is something that was supposed to happen to strengthen you and make you a better you. Our struggles are what make us! Remember that!" I swear I don't even recognize who this man is, but I'm proud of him nonetheless. "We're on our way out now. We're about to journey through the unknown and I know it's scary but we're gonna make it through." He continues now making everyone roar in excitement.

Mena Ok calm down it isn’t what you think a few months ago the man that was in the warehouse and another man rapped me I didn’t tell anyone other than Tory then one day we were out and caught him about to rape someone else we just reacted and once we did it went kinda left wait back up what do you mean he rapped you why didn’t you tell anyone are you ok now I’m glad I was the one that killed him no one hurts my baby sis I’ll always have your back but why did Tory get involved Milo But why did Tory get involved and for the first time I looked at her beautiful as ever and my heart skipped a beat now it was her turn to explain why she put my sister in more danger rather than let one of us know

“Who are you?” My voice trembled as I stared at the man called Aaron who stood before me, and I realised I never knew him. Nothing about him at this moment felt human, and he was right when he said he wasn’t like other men. He had always told me this, and I never understood until now. “I am Aaron Hart,” he said, stepping towards me. The glow in his eyes didn’t decrease as he said those words. I stepped back, and my legs hit the wall. “What the hell are you?”

How could this unknown man make me feel a little like myself again? ©T. R. Durant

I read and closed the book immediately, my heart pounding fast. Father never called me his son, he never said it to my face, and I never expected him to write about it; seeing it on the first page of his journal has my heart racing, and I don't want to stop hating him; I swore to keep hating him until my last breath. I put the book back on the desk and rose; I need someone to talk to, and there is no one better than Edna; she is good with these things and the only one who can help me rebuild my pack to what it once was.

And if I really was the child she'd been searching for all these years, how could she handle knowing both her daughters were dead? I shook my head and stepped back, retreating into my own grief. My gaze shifted to my mom, her eyes cold and calculating. No. I couldn't call her "Mom" anymore. She was Gianna Beech. Anger surged through me, and before I could stop myself, I charged at Gianna, my fist swinging toward her head. But it went straight through her. I froze, staring at my ghostly hand. A bitter smile crept onto my lips. Right. I was dead. Even with the truth burning in my chest, I couldn't do a thing to her. Of course. Evil people always seem to live forever.

My voice is quieter now, more measured. His fingers rub at his temples, like the words are physically painful for him to get out. “I don’t—it’s just—” He stops, exhales, tries again. “I’ve never thought of it, I’ve never asked myself, okay? At one point, I didn’t. At one point, I had no reaction to women. At all. Only men. I don’t know.” His words slam into me like a punch to the ribs. I want to tell him he’s fucked up. That this is because of them. That Ivorygate conditioned him so much he doesn’t even realize he doesn’t like women. But that’s cruel. Even if it’s true.