Novel & Cerita It Starts With The Egg Audiobook

Alfonso, please hear me out---oh please. I was pacing back and forth and started to think stupid. I sensed an aura coming closer in my direction. I am trying to calm myself and stay focused but I just---can't. Thinking Alfonso's safety got me distracted. I began to step forward as my body trembled when the ground started to shake. Keeping myself from falling, I managed to get a hold of a big trunk near me. I tightened my grip and was shocked when I heard a loud growl followed by a big explosion.

The next morning when Stephanie opened her eyes the first thing she saw was Audrey face good morning princess he said as he kiss her on the forehead good morning bebe she replied get up love and have your breakfast she immediately touched her belly and said I don' t want to wake up now the baby wants to stay wants us to remain in bed he lay his head on her belly and said baby you're not yet born but your mom is already using your name to be lazy no Audrey stop please am not lying she said in a cold voice she wants to cry already this baby am carrying isn't like other baby's his so special he kicks everywhere he wants to manifest his wolfs powers on me already. Audrey gave her another deep lo

Viviane insisted. “Do as you wish,” Arthur grumbled. Then, looking at Eliza, he asked, “Are you hungry? The hens are laying good eggs these days. There’s still a few scrambled in that pan.” Since she normally woke up ravenous, Eliza was surprised to realize that she actually felt full. Not wanting to bring any more attention to her that might renew their questions about where she’d been and why, she smiled and made her way to the stove. Lifting the cover off the fry pan, she lowered her face over the eggs and sniffed long and deep. They smelled especially delicious that morning.

Just as I selected the photo, an anxious voice suddenly rang out in my mind, "Wait, Mom! You can't send that!" Startled, I looked up. However, I didn't see any children around. Who on earth had just spoken? Sensing my confusion, the voice spoke again, "Mom, it's me. I'm your baby!" I was even more confused. Was the baby in my belly talking to me? But it was only a fetus that had barely taken shape! The voice continued, "Mommy, you sent that message right after the checkup in your last life. Dad's secretary saw it and got jealous, so she ran off. The deal he was about to sign fell through. In the end, Dad blamed everything on you.

His hands still momentarily and I wonder if I made a sound, or perhaps he’s feeling this same strange sensation that I’m feeling. “Hurry,” I whisper but my voice sounds strange, even to me. He nods, not looking up at me. He gently pushes the pants over my hips as I lift them up to help him. Then he pulls them off and steps back quickly as the egg begins rocking even faster and the humming from the dragons becomes so loud I can’t even hear myself think. Then, I see it. The first piece of shell falls away. “Come on, beautiful, you can do it,” I encourage, seeing the flash of gold from inside the egg.

It faded into a Live Feed of your own world. You saw your room. You saw your hands holding the device. But on your desk, next to your coffee cup, was a Small, Silver Apple. It wasn't a hologram. It was solid. It was real. And next to it was a handwritten note from Clara Vance: "Class is in session, Reader. The first lesson is simple: The end of the book is just the beginning of the world. Go outside. Plant something. Tell someone you love them without checking the 'Engagement Metrics.' The Audit is over. The Life has begun."

The egg pulsed faintly with my heartbeat, driving me insane. He leaned in, lips near my ear. “You’re doing so well, baby.” I swallowed hard, trying to keep my face calm. “It’s… a lot.” His hand slid lower on my waist, fingers pressing just enough to make me feel him. Then I saw it—his free hand slipping casually into his pocket. My eyes widened. “Damien… no—” He pressed the button. The egg burst to life inside me. A sharp, relentless vibration hit every sensitive spot at once. I gasped, stumbling forward, my forehead falling against his chest as my legs nearly gave out.

Anthony suddenly opened his eyes, his voice groggy with sleep. I giggled. “Did I wake you up?” “No, I just wanted to see you again as soon as possible.” He pulled me into his arms, pressing his forehead against mine. My heart felt like it was full of honey. I leaned into his embrace, listening to his powerful heartbeat. “What do you want to eat for breakfast?” he asked. “I’ll make it for you.” “I’ll eat anything you make,” I said sweetly. “Then I’ll make all your favorites,” Anthony said with a chuckle.

Riley's POV I woke before the sun, not from nightmares but from the silence that had settled like a stone in my chest, the kind that comes when you stop hoping for peace. I padded barefoot across the cool marble floor, opened my inbox without thinking. I expected press junk, backlash, maybe an apology or two. But what I didn’t expect is an anonymous email. With no subject or signature. Just a single line: "This is where it started." Below it? An audio file was attached to it. I plugged in my headphones, and pressed play.

THEO’S POV The sizzle of eggs in the pan was the only sound in the kitchen, steady and familiar, grounding me while my mind replayed every second of the morning. Aurelia—my princess—riding me slow and greedy while I was half-asleep, her tight heat taking me like she couldn’t get enough. Then flipping her under me, pounding into her until we both broke. Christ, I could still feel her clenching around me, hear those broken little cries she made when she came.