Novel & Cerita Incidents Around The House Audiobook

"Do you think you can do that, Counselor? Or do I need to remind you who owns the deed to your life?" ​Before I could answer, a loud explosion rocked the house, shattered glass raining down in the hallway outside. ​Dante lunged, throwing his body over mine and Leo’s as the alarms began to scream.

Some of it even splattered onto the door across my unit. Another wave of stench hit instantly. I couldn't possibly stay at home after that, so I headed out for breakfast instead. I'd barely taken two mouthfuls of oatmeal when my phone started vibrating nonstop. The residents' group chat was filled with messages. Unit 202's tenant was Shirley. Unit 202 sent the first message. [Who kicked over the food outside my door? Own up to it now. That was my family's food supply for the coming month.] Food supply?

he patted the chair right next to him. I didn’t protest and stood up ,sitting next to him then my hands start sweating. I haven’t been this close to Cain Adams since I was too busy scrubbing his rug . Curiosity perked in , all I could remember was the dead hostess and the gunshots from the cockpit then the next thing was me in this strange house , was this his father’s house? He had lots of guards . And all this food was for who exactly if he was the only one living here , does he have a new family ? Or maybe the mistresses the blogs talked about .

"But I believe I've spelled out what's to happen already. Mila has to give up herself and face the laws of the pack. I can't see any other way this conflict can be resolved without this." My uncle sighed and took his seat. It was evident that the man was frustrated, even though he fought so hard to keep it hidden from plain sight. He quickly looked to my aunt for help, and the woman got up slowly.. "Children..." My aunt began. "You need not......." BOOM! A loud noise, and with it, the front door of the house was blown into smithereens; the impact of the explosive hurled us all from the table to the other side of the room.

’ I thought. But what could she be allergic to in our own house? I reviewed the footage from the two cameras installed at home. I understood everything immediately. With the driver’s help, we reached the hospital very quickly.

I didn't hesitate or wait for the panicked questions, and I walked confidently into the space. "Good morning. Thank you all for joining me here to discuss the incident that occurred at my home eight days ago. The chief of police, Walt Price, will be here shortly to confirm my story and help out your minds at ease. This was nothing but a random break-in, not something that targeted me or this company. A few of my security personnel were harmed, but they will recover and we should be able to quickly move past this." I paused for a moment as the elevator doors opened. Walt's belly poked through first, followed by the rest of him as he waddled his way to the conference room. "Ah… perfect timing,

A voice that came from one of the rooms on that floor. “Spare me, King C!” “No, King A! I won’t! I will — ah!” Her eyes widened when she heard her husband’s loud voice. Along with that, she heard the sound of breaking something. Her grip tightened on those straps. That voice almost echoed through the walls of that long corridor. “Cheating!” “Remember King C, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth! Now bear it!” And then, she heard as if someone threw a whole set of utensils over the floor and she rushed to check what was happening actually. She immediately reached Adam’s room and quickly opened the door only to witness them in an awkward position.

I hang up without another word, then toss my phone down on the opposite end of the couch with a sigh. All at once, another wave of anguish breaks through the numbness, a silent sob quaking my body. I don’t understand how this happened, not one bit; and I’m almost certain that this was some form of sabotage. After all, it had to be. My mind flickers back to all of the incidents over the past few months: the fire, the cook-off, the cut wires, the burst pipe, the first food poisoning incident, the stranger lurking around my apartment building… and now this?

He finally answered on the third ring and I broke down in tears. “Priscilla? What's wrong? Are you okay? What's going on?” His voice was frantic as my tears became even louder. The fume was starting to make its way upstairs as well so I spoke as fast as I could. “There's…there's a fire at the house. Aiden and Avery….trapped in the kitchen. My babies…my babies.” My speech was incoherent as I tried to force the words out. “What? How did it happen? I'm on my way. Where are you? Can you get out of the house?” His questions came simultaneously but I was starting to lose my focus.

“There’s been an incident.” My voice comes out hoarse. “What incident?” She’s calm, taking after Bart in that sense, but I don’t miss the tension in her face. “Someone stole Dad’s notebook.” I battle to make sense of it. “What?” “Someone broke into the house and stole Dad’s book, the little black one he kept in his desk drawer.” “But…” Shaking my head, I open and close my mouth, finally only managing, “Why?” “The book is important.”