It Starts With The Egg Audiobook Novels & Stories

Day 2: Eggs again, overcooked and rubbery. Eggs for breakfast and eggs for lunch. The maids giggled sarcastically while I ate them. Sure, they thought this was funny. Eden, locked up and forced to eat eggs all day. Well, I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me suffer. I ate the eggs with a smile. And guess what? I found a book! It was under the bed. It must have been kicked under there and forgotten about. It was a historical romance, too. What fun! See. I could pass the time easily. Now that I had something to read, the time would fly by! Day 3:

The lady’s face looked similar to Olivia, the man chocolate brown eyes as same as her, Are they my parents? She thought and sadly rolled her good hand on the picture and her eyes again fledged. She is crying in pain looking at the picture and hold her head as she couldn't remember anything, Marcus, who was continuously looking at her changing expression from amused to sad, snatched the book from her, She didn't look up and just kept crying, "Did you recognize anyone in this picture book?" he calmly asked, She held her chest and tried to control her tears...

She calls my mother undesirable while she's a fucking shitty hypocritical whore! In, out, in, out, in, out.... "Jeffy?" I groaned. In, out, in, out, in..... "You okay, Jeffy?" Is it hot in here? What's making that sound? Like a broken ticking clock. It's so fucking loud! Somebody turn the damn thing off! In, out, in, out.... Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock... I felt a pair of hands on my shoulder. They squeezed and released, squeezed and released. I felt my nerves calming down.

She would rather let him talk about his nonsense than staring at her like this. It was quite a challenge for her to cook eggs, they were many and it required her to switch off the stove after finishing to cook some, then restart it so she could continue, such a roller-coaster. Seeing this Alan got down, wanting to make his lazy self useful for once in the kitchen, she took the empty bowl and did just like what he saw her doing earlier, breaking eggs and whip them, he then placed it near her. Aileen was surprised but then she quickly recovered from her shock and continued to make eggs. This went on, their hands grazing each other, gazing sometimes until when she almost burn her hand.

Amused by the term wolfman, Joseph gave a slight chuckle as he nodded. Jutting her slender hand out for him to shake, she enthusiastically said, “I’m Lila. Ingrid’s told us a good deal about you. Ben’s waiting inside. Follow me if you please.” He wasn’t sure, but if memory served him correctly, Lila was the name of the scientist’s assistant. If this was she, he was one lucky fella. After vigorously shaking his hand, she quickly turned to lead the way into the cave. Flames danced as they flitted light from candles that were sparsely positioned along the way, but he doubted the average person who wasn’t familiar with it would have been able to maneuver about without stubbing his toe on at

Instead, it felt like a quiet entity, observing and waiting patiently. That night, standing before the mirror where her journey had first begun, Autumn shed her armor of makeup, protective wards, and masks. She embraced her vulnerability, revealing her true self beneath the layers she usually wore. With both pendants cradled tenderly in her hands, she took a steadying breath and whispered, “I’m ready to listen.” The mirror shimmered in response, its surface a captivating tapestry of reflections that seemed to beckon her closer. No shadow emerged from its depths; no voice pierced the silence. Instead, a delicate breath of wind curled around her ears, whispering softly, *Then we’re ready to sp

AVA The sizzling of the eggs in the pan was the only sound in the kitchen as I stood at the stove, trying to keep my thoughts focused on breakfast. I had been up for hours, tossing and turning, my mind restless with everything that had happened with Liam. The mornings were the worst—when the quiet made it impossible to escape my own thoughts.

ARAH She had no clients booked for the morning, so she took the opportunity to tidy up her studio. With earphones in, she let an audiobook play on her phone—a story about a human girl falling for an alien amidst a war between their species. The premise had sounded silly to her at first, but it quickly became a welcome escape from the unhappy thoughts and memories she was desperate to avoid. The tale drew her in, sparking her curiosity about how beings from two entirely different species could find a way to fall for each other. To mate, even.

“You’re not very fun, but you weren’t hand-picked for your sense of humor, I suppose. Let’s see…the good news is that you’ve done it. You can really start dreaming of flying high in the skies, ah? Yes?” Anzi glared at him. “Get to the point, old man.” “You are terrible, just terrible. I’m saying that your egg is hatching.” What? Hatching, now? Her heart slammed into her ribs with a singular thud so hard she lost the ability to breathe for several seconds. “You said—you said it was going to take a while.”