Land Of Stories Audiobook の小説・ストーリー

It wasnt about power over others, it was about being in harmony with each other. Next, we were taken to the library, which was carved partially into a cliff wall. Cool stone corridors opened into rooms filled with books, scrolls, and hand-drawn maps. One corner was filled with children listening to an elder recount a local legend. The story was about a wolf who lost her way in a storm but was guided home by moonlight. I felt a strange lump in my throat as I listened, realizing how much stories could shape the spirit of a place. Lucan gave us time to walk around freely. I wandered off a bit, running my fingers across the spines of old books, some so worn they looked like they had been passed

Her voice took on a whiny tone as she replied, "I... I was trying to plan a surprise for you, getting them to brainstorm..." She did not get to finish because Yoel let out a mocking laugh. "Sheila, your boyfriend can't handle a joke. You try to plan a surprise for him, and he ends up scaring you instead." I rose to my feet, my gaze shifting to him. "Oh, really? I've got a surprise of my own." My eyes swept the room, finally settling on the coffee table and the vase Sheila adored. It was a piece of crystal glass, supposedly crafted by some renowned artist from Itania, Sheila's absolute favorite.

After what seemed like forever, Antonio finally pulled away from me. As my mind wandered, I remembered the hidden passage, and I pointed toward the wedding photo on the wall, asking him, "How did you discover this?" Antonio pulled me into his arms, his hands gently moving over my body as he spoke. "On the first day I moved in, I accidentally broke that glass. That was when I discovered it. I couldn't believe my room was right next to yours, the room of the raunchy landlady." I froze when I heard his words.

Ivana's face went stiff, her gentle act cracking for just a second. Just then, a pink sports car rolled up behind Lex's. Without giving either of them another glance, I walked straight to the car and slid into the passenger seat. Over the roar of the engine, I could still hear Lex shouting something behind me. *** That night, my phone buzzed with a call from an unfamiliar number. I picked up and instantly recognized the voice—Roy Rohan, Lex's best buddy. "Audrey, what are you up to?" I turned down my music. "Playing prenatal music for the baby."

The fact that I feel safe around her does not mean I was just going to blindly trust her words without questions. “I had a vision about you and how you’ll need our help here. Just so you know, Teka is not who you think he is, be careful around him” I nodded, taking in her words. Teka? I had never heard of him before. But Kiara's expression was serious, and I could sense a warning in her tone. "Who is Teka?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me. Kiara hesitated, glancing around the garden as if she feared being overheard. "He's the leader of the pack that owns this land," she said quietly. "But like I said, he's not what he seems. Be careful around him, okay?"

I had chosen a small town in southern Italor, a place where Mom had lived as a young girl. Mom often told me stories about this place when I was little. She'd tell me about the white houses surrounded by lemon trees, an azure coastline, and the peace of church bells echoing through the mountains at dusk. After Mom passed away, Dad had wanted to bring me here to settle down, but he was always too tied up with the family business to make it happen. Now, I had come on their behalf. I rented a small apartment facing the sea, with its white walls slightly warmed by the sun. On the windowsill sat a pot of blooming bougainvilleas.

I began, flipping through the pages even though I saw nothing. I felt his gaze on me, burning into my skin like he was searching for something. When I looked up, he looked away too quickly. A thunderous sound tore through the air loudly, I flinched. “Relax.” Conrad muttered softly. He placed his hand on my shoulder. “It's just a storm. I think it's about to rain.” His palm felt so soft on my skin. “oh..okay.” I said and went back to the textbook. He opened his mouth to speak but the words never came out.

Anne-Marie was right; there's an ethereal quality to her and everyone around her. Lucien... Dristan... even my dance partner. You'd almost miss it if you blinked, but something in the way they act, move, or look suggests they're from another world. I quickly glance at the book Anne-Marie handed me. Its cover features an image of the forest encircling our town, with mountains in the background. It has an unusual title, but it suits the collection of folk tales: "Tales of the Moonlands." Anne-Marie appears to have noticed something intriguing because she gasps, "My dear, what a coincidence!"

For a second, I’m tempted, but then another wave of heat erupts in my chest, and I lose my nerve. “Tell me about the other books,” I say instead. “The other books?” I nod. And as I tuck my knees to my chest and wind my free arm around my knees, breathing through the stuffiness that’s getting more unbearable by the minute, I listen to the most garbled plot summaries I’ve ever heard in my entire life. “Okay. See, there’s this one with a man and his nephew. And they journey to the center of the earth. And there are dinosaurs. And a tornado? Shit—” The brow furrows again. “It might have been a tsunami. Something like that.”