In Cold Blood Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

“Because I know what it’s like to be watched by everyone.” The words cracked something in me. The arrogance was gone for that heartbeat, stripped bare to something raw. I didn’t push. I just turned back to the shelves. And then I saw it. A yellowed page was tucked between the heavy books, its faded ink still clear enough to read. My hand shook as I pulled it free. The title was scrawled at the top in jagged letters: First Blood. My eyes scanned the words, fragments only. Before wolves, before oaths, there was the First. Blood that commands, blood that binds. Not beast, not man, but both. The source. The curse.

Mommy and Daddy were dead. Cobra might be dead. Tyron might be dead. I was tired. So tired of running. Maybe if I died, I would see them again. That thought made me feel sad but happy. I opened my mouth and swallowed the liquid on purpose. It burned down my throat like hot pepper. My eyes watered. My chest felt tight. The world started moving strangely. The trees leaned sideways. The red glow stretched into a long line. The men’s voices sounded far away, like they were underwater.

Author: Danielle McNeill Officers Ned Pullman and Wes Steyer are called to the home of the famous Dr. Edgar Freyman; a specialist in child behavior and Psychology. Dr. Freyman is attacked by one of his patients. The officers are left with a baffling case of whodunit. They get their answer in the form of an antique tape recorder used by Dr. Freyman to record himself and his sessions with his patients. The tapes reveal some hard truths about Dr. Freyman but also reveal the terrifying and bizarre truth of his assailant. A truth that the police don’t want to believe nor are they prepared for.

The ninth time I tried to divorce my husband, Don Louis Romano, my best friend Jenny Parker, who had always talked me out of it, handed me the papers herself. Every time before, she'd done everything in her power to stop me. She'd even taken over the Family's day-to-day affairs just to create chances for us to see each other and reconcile. I took the papers and couldn't help but ask. Years of pent-up exhaustion showed in Jenny's eyes, and to my shock, her voice was edged with resentment. "You got Vivian shot this time. She nearly didn't make it. How long are you going to keep this up?!" Vivian Hale was the woman Louis had been seeing. I stared at her in disbelief. "Vivian's had a hard life.

Without warning, without hesitation, Alexei pulled the trigger. The gunshot was deafening. The man's head snapped back. Blood exploded from the wound, splattering across my face. It was warm and sticky. His body hit the floor with a heavy thud. I stood frozen, trembling as blood dripped down my cheek. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't scream. Alexei had just killed a man right in front of me. Again. And this time his blood was on my face. "He is not one of my men," Alexei muttered under his breath. He stepped over the body and looked at me. His green eyes were cold.

My assistant’s voice was hesitant, as if she knew the hour and the mood I was in. “What is it, Caroline?” “There’s… a call you might want to take. From Mrs. Whitmore.” I froze for a fraction of a second before I masked it. Whitmore. That name was one I’d hoped I wouldn’t hear tonight. I didn’t need Caroline to explain it would be her. The ex who had taught me the most brutal lesson about trust. “Put it through,” I said evenly, my voice giving nothing away. A click, then her voice slithered through the receiver, smooth as silk but cold as ice. “Julian. It’s been a while.”

“And my uncle is a liar.” The Chairman exploded, slamming the remote button. Maya sucked in a breath. Bianca and the staff dove under their desks, bracing for the hiss of gas. But nothing happened. The air stayed clean. The only sound came from the low hum of the computers. On the screen, David sprang into action. The guards hesitated just long enough. He grabbed one, twisted his arm, and flung him into a rack of metal shelves. “The book!” Maya yelled into the mic. “Page forty-two! It’s all there—the secret accounts, how the Rossi Group stole from five thousand workers!”

Besides, I think they're too impatient to do things calmly. "What do you know about this wine called 'Blood of the Wise'?" Judging Orion's expression, there's no doubt, he's willing to tell him everything he wants to know. Ah. The scent of victory.

"There are somethings you need not face if you tread carefully. ~Don't listen to those who want you to hear, listen to those who speak with blood through their hearts and a soul as pure as all the innocence in the world. For if you venture from their path, your death will be your only future.~" with that the voice faded and I was once again able to open my eyes. The voice sounded familiar, like something I've heard long ago.

There seemed no point for it beyond setting a creepy mood, which may be conducive to the power of suggestion. Open mind, he reminded himself. You promised Bias you’d go into this with an open mind. Brad and Bias took a seat on the red leather loveseat in the far right corner, while Topher walked over to the bookshelf. Every third book was still turned upside down; Brad hadn’t fixed them. Topher ran his EMF reader up and down the bookcase. “Nothing unusual yet,” he said, “but the night is young. I’m going to start the EVP session.”