Novel & Cerita I Who Have Never Known Men Audiobook

Just pressure and warmth gripping my thighs and slowly pushing them apart. "Get the fuck off me!" I kick and swing at the empty air and my fist connects with nothing and the hands don't move. They hold my thighs open with a strength that makes my struggling pointless. A voice fills the room. Not from a direction. From everywhere. It’s low and the accent is acient. It’s deep and hot, the kind of voice that voices out erotica audiobooks for me. "I've been waiting two hundred years for someone to stay past midnight. Don't make me wait any longer."

SADE Maybe I've been wrong about this man. Perhaps spending eight years out of my twenty-four years has made me think that all men are monsters. I was still growing when I was taken. The only men I knew then were the boys in our village and the elders, so I didn't know many men before I was snatched away and thrown into a world I knew nothing about, a world where the men were never gentle, always lied and deceived, and always seemed to want to cause me pain.

"Never mind, stop telling a story that I don't know whose story it is. If that is your story, then tell it to yourself. Because I'm not in your story and I don't want to know about anything you tell me." I tried to be curt, and turned my face away from the man who was now looking at me with such a sad gaze. I had no idea that all of this was something that was truly so heart-wrenching and so very painful. I don't want to get too caught up in a problem that I don't even know whose problem it is. Maybe from what the man said, and his sentences were so direct to me, how could it not be, because he said that his little girl apparently had lost her memory, and that his little girl had married a m

i can learn so much from reading it. In the middle of drowning in my book I felt a presence opposite me and heard the sound of chair screeching and within a half minute I heard a rough male voice " Hey there! iam watching you from the last one hour reading that book without moving.so,I came here to check that you are dead or so" He said laughter in his voice.

I could still hear my voice echo faintly around us. I couldn't hold it back anymore, it had to be said. This man was a psychopath, a sadist, a deranged cult leader, he was everything in the book that was wrong. I makes me wonder what happened in his life made him the way he is now. No one is just born with a mindset like this, it's disturbing and upsetting that these were his beliefs that he stands by. Ian looks calmly to me. His expression was completely relaxed, which scared me. But I stand by every word I said.

He responded in a cold voice, “I don’t need anybody. I never said I was sad about it. Don’t jump to conclusions. I’m used to it already. My mother was never around and neither has my father. I grew up to be perfectly fine without them. So, I don’t need your pity.” She didn’t realize that she had touched his sore spot. He hated being pitied more than anything. Most of the people around him pitied him, but none of them genuinely cared. Not understanding that he would become even more of a porcupine when talking about his personal life, she gloated, “I wasn’t worried at all! We’re just strangers. Why would I be worried about your personal life?”

I just want to keep myself distracted from all this that’s happen to me. While I was getting dressed up a very strange thought passed my mind a memory that was already happen a man whom I met. I still remember the day when I was sitting alone in the library and the librarian who is the old man walked up to me and said, " you seem to have very less friends" I smiled at him and waved the book I had in my hand and replied, "I have them" He smiled at me and sat on the opposite chair and said, "you might just have a huge change coming through in your life"

She'd never in a million years imagined it would get to that point. She'd never seen him so furious in all her many years of knowing him. The man was beyond angry, he trusted no one and the world had become his enemy. He'd used to be the opposite of that, he'd loved people and he cared about everyone, strangers too. Yes, he was sometimes rough around the edges but he'd never had ill intentions towards anyone. He was a known humble man, but that was sadly not the case anymore.

There was nothing to see but a heartless prick who believe he was God’s gift to women but his phone rang. I decided to stay back for a second. It wouldn’t hurt to listen in more. I haven’t blown my cover yet and it wasn’t like I will ever see him again. Perhaps, I will see a side of him that is human and not the condescending twat that had just exhibited his lack of sympathy mere minutes ago. “You know I have always hated men having too much power for so long.” He started. “Especially old men.” Okay, there goes my theorem of him being more human than I thought and then rolling my eyes, I took a step forward about to walk away.

I recall a podcast I once listened to, "Clearly I don't see myself ticking any of those boxes, Romeo." "Then maybe I'm an exceptional man," he chuckles, his eyes flickering with mirth. "Because I want the woman who gives me nothing but pain.”