Novel & Cerita Little Stranger Book Audiobook

Never had I imagined that she had already borne another man's child—and that, over a single jealous remark from Bobby, she had decisively aborted ours. The abortion certificate shown in that video was nothing less than a brutal mockery of all the love and devotion I had given her over the years. It was laughable—utterly, bitterly laughable. "If it's just a godchild, would he call you 'mommy and daddy'? What else do you have to say?" I looked at Cynthia indifferently. There was nothing left in my heart but ice. She faltered for a moment, guilt flickering across her face, but still retorted stubbornly, "What's there to explain? Kids don't know any better. Calling familiar adults 'mommy and dad

"Ohh... hmmm. I-I w- was just... I was just... I was just having a hard time understanding something that I have read from the book. I was busy pondering over it, that is why I was in a daze." Audrey tried her best not to stutter as she gave her friends an on the spot lie with a straight face. "Errr... I think you would really have a hard time understanding something if you would read a book that way." Niccoli said to Audrey as he looked at the book that she was holding. The others also looked at the book in Audrey's hand and it was only at that time did they noticed what was wrong with the book. "MEOW" [You are reading the book upside down, little lass.]

' " I've never had one in my life , ' she replied breathlessly as she sank down on a comfortable couch . Then it is high time you started . He made a sign to the waiter and ordered two White Ladies . ' A most innocuous drink I assure you , he told her . He was eyeing her critically . She had certainly interpreted literally his sug gestion that she should do the thing in style when she went shopping . Her clothes were really too much for such a simple occasion as lunch with one's solicitor ; she might have been going to a garden party at Buckingham Palace . She would have a lot to learn and he didn't quite know who was going to teach her . He felt sure that there were a number of things about

He asked all of a sudden. " What?? N..no! " " Strange!! Have you read her latest book?" He asked but before I could say anything he started speaking again. " The girl loves the man who is her senior and neighbour. And the man is in love with his best friend. Oh, God!! You also thought that I was in love with Sid. So many similarities... " He said looking at me. I was still looking for the right words to tell him. But he was being Sherlock Holmes all of a sudden.

As I stepped down from the Bed and opted to read a book, I began to wonder where I had heard the stranger's voice before. *****************

The instant the words left my mouth, the noisy chatter across the hall died into dead silence. Dozens of stares fixed on me at once, contempt and mockery and idle curiosity tangled together, heavy enough to smother. "Layla, if you're going to lose your mind, at least look around first. This auction is run by the Thorne family." Karina covered her mouth and giggled. "Your territory? Big words. Careful, or you'll come to a very ugly end before the night's out."

the stranger said. “Was,” I corrected him. “What do you mean?” the stranger asked. Telling him all I know, the stranger just listens. Once I was done explaining. We stood quietly for a while. Finally, he opened the book and started going through it. No expressions were shown on his face. “Do you have a name?” the stranger asked after a while. “There is one. Before I tell you, at first, there was only one initial. It’s at the end of that book. If you like, you may look at it.” I said.

Jaxter continued with what he knew. Hayle’s eyes darted around as she supported her head with both hands. Her head immediately felt dizzy, and forced memories surfaced. It was a night of thunder, lightning, and heavy rain. Hayle remembered waking up not from the deafening thunder, but from the sound of something breaking. The little girl, who was not yet old enough for preschool, slowly descended the stairs of her home. But after a few steps, Hayle saw two figures—her parents—being forcibly dragged out by someone, their condition helpless. Young Hayle waited until morning when the police came to take her away, after which there was nothing.

But the small child that stumbles forward gets all my attention now, because they fall right against me and immediately slum, making me dip down and get my arms under the figure that had now slummed to their knees, coughing roughly. “Oh my-” I whisper in a sharp breath and look up at the strange figure. “What happened?!” I can’t help but ask, a lump forming in my throat as I am sure I catch a hint of crimson when they move and the light falls under the hood, showing off crimson eyes. But the stranger does not reply, instead, the coughing child coughs louder again and looks up at me with soft and tired eyes, rimmed with dark circles around their eyes.

He was holding her too tightly, and it was starting to hurt. The stranger whispered, “Just one hand on these pages, Camela, and you'll never need anyone else…not your father, not the fox, not even a stranger. Just you and your true name.” Panic surged through her as she realized what he meant: Only me— She lifted a shaky hand toward the journal. Vincent shouted, “Stop!” The stranger’s smile widened further. Her fingers brushed the burnt cover. Suddenly, the voices in the windows fell silent. The ringing ceased completely, creating a peaceful hush around them.