Kim Porter Book Audiobook Novels & Stories

Kimberly pressed the knob on the door and pushed it slowly open. “You just got home?” asked Bill, who was sitting on his bed with a book in his hands. The middle-aged man was reading a book. Kimberly walked in and closed the door. Then she walked closer to her father. Kimberly was seated on the side of the bed. “What's Dad reading? Why aren't you asleep yet?” asked Kimberly. “Just a book from Dad's collection,” Bill replied, showing Kimberly the book. “Umm... there's actually something I want to talk to Dad about,” said Kimberly, bowing her head.

Kim stood at the front, holding a microphone, eyes twinkling mischievously. "Oh, you guys are going to regret letting me speak.” Laughter rippled through the crowd. "I’ve known Kylie for a long time,” she continued. "And let me tell you, this girl was never the type to get all sappy over a man. But then, Devon Booker happened. And just like that, my best friend became a walking, talking romance novel. It’s been disgusting. And also beautiful.” Devon chuckled, shaking his head, while I covered my face, laughing.

Kimberly POV I opened my eyes slowly trying to adjust to the light and the voice I'm hearing beckoning to me. I know that voice. It soumded very familiar. Does that men I'm back home? I strained my ear still laying on the be and closing my eyes. I didn't want to open it so as not to see that monster. He had tried to force himself on me yesterday and but I didn't let him. “Hey, Kim” I heard that this time very close. I snapped my eyes open and looked around. I was still in the same place. How then?

She nodded, knowing he was right—but hating it anyway. “Kourt,” he said, voice low, fierce, “promise me. If anything happens—” “Don’t.” Her voice cracked. “Don’t you dare say goodbye.” He leaned forward, kissed her quickly, fiercely. Then turned and ran into the dark. Elsewhere, in the Vault Wing Kim moved like a phantom through the corridor—dressed in black, hair pinned, face sharp with purpose. The flash drive in her pocket felt hot against her skin. It was almost poetic—destroying everything in the place where it all began.

I start reading out loud and after the first two chapters, Blake tells me that we should switch to the audio book so it would be easier for us and I won’t have to stress myself reading out loud. He uses his phone to set up the audio book and we started listening to the book. We finished the audio book after two hours and I asked Blake what he thought about the book, “I actually enjoyed it a lot, I understood where Simon was coming from. His father hurt him a lot and he never expected to find love but he found Daphne and he was conflicted about whether he should break his vow or make the love of his life unhappy,” he replied.

Kimberly gave him one last look before packing the files and head to the lion's den. She opened the door and walked to his seat but he wasn't there. He was under the table. Doing what? She decided to bend down and found out that he was trying to pull a book out. "Sir, can I help?" She asked him but he gave no response , so she kept quiet. "Pull it out from there." He ordered like a Major in the army. "Yes sir." In a second, she drew the book out and placed it on the table. It was written 'Life goes on'

And I would never do something so criminal like creasing up the page. “Oh yeah?”Kyler’s lips twitched into a grin that said, ‘you little bitch“…from where I stood, it looked as though the book was reading you, than you reading it.” his voice dropped low as he suddenly leaned forward, placing both his hands on the arms of my chair. Now that he was all up in my space I could get a better whiff of that woodsy scent that was predominantly him. “Or were you just thinking about me?” he purred.

’ Kimberly thought to herself as she struggled to find the right words to say so she doesn’t upset this big guy. “P-please, let me g-go. I’m not Hailey.” She said in barely a whisper but loud enough for Hugh to hear. “I don’t care.” He replied in that deep raspy voice of his, sending shivers down her spine as he leaned in. Kimberly quickly placed her hand on his hard rock chest to prevent him from leaning in any further, but this small contact caused sparks all over her body. She jolted her hand away, not understanding what the hell just happened.

He reached for it, and I reluctantly lifted my knees to let him take it. He read the title aloud, his voice laced with amusement: “Captured and Claimed by the Mafia Don?”. "Really? Kimberly" I glared at him, my embarrassment mounting. “It was the only interesting book here.” His smile widened. “Out of all these books, that’s what you call interesting?” “What should I have read instead?” I shot back, gesturing at the shelves. “One of those dry leadership manuals?” Without responding, he pulled a book off the shelf. Rich Dad, Poor Dad. He held it up as though it were a trophy.

"It's the hormones. Not me." He smirks. "Sure. And it's just my dick that wants to be buried in your pussy. Not me." I gasp, my thighs clenching as forbidden heat pulses through me. He winces the second it leaves his mouth, then pivots fast. "Umm, right. So... what was that last book you read to Zuri?" "Uh...Quakers the Duckling Has Feelings?" What the hell does that have to do with anything? "That googly-eyed bastard looked like he's seen some shit."