Julia Fox Memoir Audiobook Novels & Stories

𝑫𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑫𝑨𝑫𝑫𝒀 𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 – 𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑲 1 Intro: Twenty three year old Aurelia Moreau is dumped by her boyfriend through a three line text message after six months of swallowing his lies and forgiving his wandering hands. The realization of how much shame and nonsense she had tolerated made something inside her crack, not dramatically but it was loud enough to let the dark in. She doesn’t cry after the breakup, She doesn’t beg either instead she dresses up Seeking escape from her own flawed reality. She wanders into a dimly lit jazz bar, hoping for nothing more than a temporary distraction.

"Just like what I have already told you before, my prince, there is nothing else I can tell you anymore. Everything I know was already recorded in the book depository. There is nothing else I could add to it. I suggest that you better check those records yourself now rather than wasting your precious time with me. My memory is already failing me so I'm afraid that even if I try to recount to you again what happened before, it will only be less accurate than what was already recorded on the book depository. Those records on the book depository are a lot better than my words now because those are the words that were taken during my prime years." Johnson tried to send his guests out and turn do

Chapter 25 Aurelia More sounds. Movement. Bed springs creaking. Julian's voice, low and rough. "You feel so good." "Better than her?" Victoria's laugh is cruel even through her fake pleasure. "Better than that pathetic little virgin who thought you actually wanted her?" "So much better." Julian's breathing is heavy. They laugh together. The sound mingles with other sounds, intimate sounds, sounds that make my stomach turn. The phone slips from my hand. Falls to the floor. I can still hear them through the speaker. Still hear Victoria's theatrical moans and Julian's rough breathing and their cruel laughter.

The hot audiobook narrator continued in his breathy voice, “I demanded, pulling her close by her hair.” Damon raised his brow, and I quickly blurted, “Alexa, play Despacito.” But of course, I had an iPhone, and the audiobook kept going, the voice actor whispering, “‘Mhmm, good girl. Now touch it—fuck, yes.’” I pursed my lips hearing the groan, and Damon crossed his arms when I went back into the bathroom and stopped the audiobook. I finally took a breath and slowly walked out, even though I wanted to die from embarrassment.

I discovered a great deal about Samuel during our little adventure together, and the experience was nothing short of enlightening. For one, I quickly realized just how incredibly sharp he was. He proudly shared with Tristan what he had been listening to on his phone—an audiobook titled “Washington: A Life” by Ron Chernow. I remembered grappling with that book during my senior year of high school at seventeen. Yet here was Samuel, just nine years old, diving deep into material that had only come to me much later in life.

‘MAKE HIM SUFFER FIRST. I smiled thinly, allowing just enough of Ares to show in my expression that Julian's heartbeat quickened. "Tell me, Gamma Forsyth, did your 'firm discipline' require keeping detailed records of every girl you violated?" I leaned forward slightly. "Your guards mentioned a book. Where is it?" A flicker of genuine fear crossed his face, the first crack in his composure. "I don't know what they're talking about." Dominic stepped forward, producing a leather-bound journal from inside his coat. "This was recovered from a hidden compartment in Julian Forsyth's quarters during our investigation," he announced, placing it on a small table beside my throne.

Sussan was going back and forth, from Julia's room to look in on Julius, and to the hall where Julia was having a confrontation with the inebriated Mafia. “No, I need you. Take me to your room,” said Joshua, burying his nose in her alluring scent, which he missed madly. He felt lonely and furious not having her near him. As he departed, he was certain he wouldn't feel her absence, because Julia meant nothing to him. Nevertheless, after an hour's duration in Australia, his own obstinate feelings dispersed like a troublesome mole. “Not on your nelly! You are not allowed here,” Julia said in a panicked voice, her stomach plunged with the chill of being uncovered.

“I have not read them all.” “Well, you have read many of them, from what I could see.” Under the table, I reached out for Fiona’s foot with my own and playfully slid off one of the socks that she’d just finished putting on. I succeeded in getting her to smile and look up at me again. She snatched her foot up into her lap and fixed her sock. “Anyway, all the stuff you wrote in the books, and in your journal about the milestones, it just got me thinking more about what you told me the other night about Alexis.” She nodded, understanding.

Julian wishes she would not. He opens the audio file because looking at a screen is easier than looking at her. The recording begins with his own voice stating the date, location, and names. Martin Hale’s stiff little introduction follows. Then Adrian’s early answers play through the speakers, smooth and polished enough to make Julian’s teeth ache. Sarah makes a face. “That sounds like a leadership seminar died in a hotel ballroom.” “I called it boring.” “You did what?” “I called it boring.” Evan laughs from his desk. “Beautiful.”

The memories comfort and then swiftly spin around and wound me. All I can do for now, stuck in Greenway in this gilded cage, is keep out of the firing line. Back in the library amongst the records I picked up a couple of books for studying tonight in my room. They’re about demons and demonology. I’m going to work out whatever it is Roxie has awoken and find out to put the thing back in its place. The pages are dark and stained with age, the blood red leathery covers marked with hundreds of different users' hopes for answers.