Kim Porter Book Audiobook Novels & Stories

She said calmly but her voice was very authoritative. Janine wanted to yank her hand off of Porter but he held on her hand tighter. She’s afraid. She’s afraid of everyone who’d get in their way. What if the day would come when Porter would realize that it was a mistake to love someone like her? “I didn’t raise you to steal someone else’s girlfriend.” Mrs. Kim’s voice rose. Porter didn’t speak and just listened. He wanted to hear everything first before firing away. He wanted this to end early but he wanted to know their side as well.

"Are you absolutely certain this is an actual grimoire, madam?" Kim's glare could have burned through steel. "How the hell should I know when I can't even read Latin myself?!" She slammed her fist down again, barely restraining the urge to grab the book and throw it across the room. The doors creaked open, interrupting her tirade. Kaiser strode in, his presence commanding immediate attention. "What's the progress, Kim?" Kim scoffed, folding her arms. "Where’s Jess?" she snapped. "That bitch just handed us bullshit!"

Just ignore the girl that Alex would think of later because Alex had to prepare more unexpected things for them. Kimbeerly looked down at her books in her lap again. She smiled slightly remembering the man who had brought her books with all the man's actions. His distinctive voice and very charming aura. Ah, Kimbeerly couldn't forget the man for a few minutes especially since she didn't know the man's name. Kimbeerly regretted a little for not asking sooner when the man was about to leave.

She knows that she does not hold up her end of the conversation either, but she is just not in the celebrating mood. But just as the food is cleared away and the children are taken to play somewhere else, a strange smell hits Kimmy. One second she is sitting there, watching them carry her carrot cake away and the next she is sniffing the air, because the scent of coffee and old books hit her. For a moment, she truly believes that she is going to turn around and see some old man reading a first edition Charles Dickens novel while sipping black coffee from a large mug.

he whispered. She smiled faintly. “Still me.” He stared, unsure whether to believe her. “The Heart’s pulse stopped for almost an hour. We thought—” “It didn’t stop,” she interrupted gently. “It was listening.” He blinked. “Listening to what?” “To itself.” Her voice carried power now—quiet, but unshakable. Every word seemed to echo in the air. --- The City Awaits When they returned to Lumeris, silence swept through the streets. The people fell to their knees as Kimberly passed, unsure whether to pray or flee.