If You Come Softly Audiobook Novels & Stories

she says softly. AUTHOR'S NOTE: O Lord. When did Eleanor become so bold?

Embarrassed, I shook my head, pulling away from his hold. I turned to him, trying to look as stern as possible. " Aren't we a little too close?" I asked but my voice didn't come out as harsh as I had intended. It sounded breathless. His eyes darkened as he leaned towards me before glowing. I tried to speak but no words would come out. Flustered, the only thing I could do was stare at him as he put me under his spell. Lately, I've been finding myself drawn to him and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake it off. My gaze left his eyes, dropping to his pointed nose and then… his lips. petal-soft have soft but firm lips. My eyes caught his stubble and my fingers itched to run themselves o

JULIE He goes deeper and suddenly, he jumps to put his paws on either side of my face. I cry out, squeezing my eyes shut and pushing my head against the headboard. He puts his face into my neck and suddenly I hear that voice. That familiar voice sounds so soft and soothing. So soothing that it soothes my itching nerves. His voice is amazing. Just like now. His soft voice brings peace to my troubled soul. It reaches my soul and pacifies her.

he rasped out slowly, softly, his deep voice carrying a strange, dangerous warmth that made my knees "You can't just walk around half-naked trying to tempt me to touch you." My breath hitched violently. I stood there, utterly frozen, my eyes wide as his words echoed in my head. Why is he suddenly talking so softly to me? The tone wasn't his usual cold, biting mockery. It was raw, heavy, and undeniably intimate. It felt like a warning, but even more than that, it felt like an invitation. My core throbbed, throbbed with a deep, aching need, leaving me completely paralyzed under his gaze.

Slow. But somewhere in the bitterness, something clicked. You want war, Lorenzo? You’ve got it. You think I’m soft? I’ll show you soft can destroy. I’ll make you ache. I’ll make you crawl. I’ll make you wish I’d stayed soft. And then—I’ll walk away. I’ll leave you with nothing. Let’s see who really can’t handle it.

Sophie. Morning. Hope you survived the gala and Carter’s temper. Sending you some links—audio books and podcasts. Not just Pilates, but history, politics, even Austen. You don’t need paper to learn, Amber. There are other ways. The words doubled and slid. I could read, I always could, but when nerves were bad the letters fought me, mocking. I tapped the text-to-speech icon. The phone’s voice was flat, but at least it didn’t laugh when my brain twisted words. Wellness. Pilates basics. U.S. history. Austen. Relief spread through me so fast I almost laughed.

My voice is soft, and I watch as she reaches for a book, handing it to me. A smile tugs at my lips when I see it. Sick For Them. The same book I’m currently reading. I know the perfect passage. Flipping through the pages, I find the scene I want. Sure, it’s a little later than she might expect, but that’s fine. I want to see her reaction to this part.

I start reading out loud and after the first two chapters, Blake tells me that we should switch to the audio book so it would be easier for us and I won’t have to stress myself reading out loud. He uses his phone to set up the audio book and we started listening to the book. We finished the audio book after two hours and I asked Blake what he thought about the book, “I actually enjoyed it a lot, I understood where Simon was coming from. His father hurt him a lot and he never expected to find love but he found Daphne and he was conflicted about whether he should break his vow or make the love of his life unhappy,” he replied.

“They normally won’t but they’ll be questioning where you’ve been in the last months. Everyone disappeared and suddenly you’re back, look at it from the outside, it’s a little shady. They just need some reassurance.” “What will I tell them if they ask? I should have done a thorough preparation before coming here.” I look up at him through my lashes. “Do you think we should leave? We can always come back next week, or the week after that.” He squeezes my shoulders enough to draw my attention back to him. “I think you’re forgetting something.” He clears his throat. “You’re Cassie now, right?” A slow nod. “The most admirable thing about Cassie is that she’s fearless, she doesn’t back down from

His voice was calm, ordinary, but his eyes kept flicking to me. “I’ll walk you,” I said. “You don’t have to.” “I want to.” My voice was sharper than I meant. His brow wrinkled but he didn’t argue. He never argues—another habit I hate because it feels like he’s already learned silence is safer than speaking. We stepped into the wet morning. The city was still half-asleep, gutters coughing rain, buses groaning past with faces pressed to fogged windows. Charles stayed close, his hand brushing mine once before pulling away like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to hold it anymore.