Macbeth Audiobook Novels & Stories

“He’s fallen ill. Now sit down so we can start your lesson.” I do as I’m told and sit at my desk, taking out my notebook. Alice slams a thick book down on the desk so hard that it smashes my poor fingers, causing me to yelp in pain. “You’re going to be reading Macbeth,” Alice says with a sneer. “Open it up and start reading.”

It wouldn't hurt to watch a few plays, and besides, it's not like I had any important engagements to attend to, and I would hate to be cooped up in my room back at the pack house. "Lead the way?" Alex grinned and we walked away from the back stage area, and into the main auditorium. We slipped into one of the empty seats and I listened as the crowd cheered. My eyes fell on the stage as I watched a few students troop in. The lights dimmed, and they began their play. "Looks like Macbeth, a pretty interested Shakespeare play," Alex leaned in and whispered to me, a few minutes into the play.

Just pressure and warmth gripping my thighs and slowly pushing them apart. "Get the fuck off me!" I kick and swing at the empty air and my fist connects with nothing and the hands don't move. They hold my thighs open with a strength that makes my struggling pointless. A voice fills the room. Not from a direction. From everywhere. It’s low and the accent is acient. It’s deep and hot, the kind of voice that voices out erotica audiobooks for me. "I've been waiting two hundred years for someone to stay past midnight. Don't make me wait any longer."

Lady Macbeth mutters, and she snatched in a deep heave. Momentarily, they got to an abandoned-looking cottage and they scurried to the door. "Darn it!" Shawn cussed, glaring at the cloudy streaming sky. Meanwhile, Lady Macbeth knocked on the door and they waited for a while... After a few seconds, the door was opened and they both stepped into the empty room. "Finally, you both came to see me," a feminine voice that sounded crackly said. Lady Macbeth walked further into the room, while Shawn closed the door behind his back.

"Okay, so I was looking for that History book that Alistair had given to you for some reason" He blinked, taken aback. He didn't know she had seen the exchange, hopefully she hadn't heard what had been said between them "W-why do you need the book love?" He asks, trying to compose himself. "I'm going to have to tell you something that you might not believe but I need you to" Audrey narrates everything, from her dreams, to Nostradamus's prophecy and how the tapestry had depicted the same wolf as the one she had seen in her dreams.

Abbas asked Prince, "Who are you, young man, and what do you desire on this continent?" "Hey, don't you spit bullshit. Do you believe the Indo continent is devoid of men?" said Prince authoritatively. If you don't want any problems, simply park your demons and leave this content right away, or I will murder you and all your descendants. Oh, your statement has made me realize what kind of person you are. You are Justice Maclean, Prince of Scotland. Everyone knows you're dead, so why are you returning, or are you a ghost? I'm sorry, ghost, but I don't deal with ghosts; I deal with real people. You should go if you don't want a second-death master ghost. I check on Dr. Boating, my servant. So,

The scene gradually changed, the images of the three fading away and replaced by what seemed like a dungeon. A whimper of pain sounded and I didn't need someone to identify that voice for me. " Linda... " I called, my throat clogging and chest tightening. I could tell she was in pain. My beast howled in my head wanting to go to our mate. " Don't worry, we'll get her out of there. " Macbeth assured, trying to ease the tension that had filled the room. I only nodded, not trusting my voice at that point. She then Said something and the outside of the place my mate was kept came into view.

I nod- I would do anything for her. Audrey grabs clothing from her closet and drawers and walks into the bathroom, “I’ll hurry, thank you.” “No problem.” I hear the shower turn on and I sigh as I grab my phone. What did this punk do now? I listen to the recording and my stomach twists- I have to listen to them fuck and it’s not pleasant but I don’t know when or what he said. When I finally hear it, I clench my fists. Audrey is not a whore! No wonder she is so upset. Dirty talk or not- he degraded her WHILE fucking her, treating her like some street rift, and he thought that was okay! I shake my head and turn off my phone when I hear the shower turn off.

Grass brushed against his legs, leaves scratched at his sleeves. “MAC!!” he shouted. The deeper he went, the worse it got. Thick foliage. Towering plants. The air smelled damp and alive. Where is he now? Hiding like a rat—this guy is really something!! “ MAC ARTHUR, WHERE ARE YOU?!” Matthew yelled again, his voice echoing uselessly. Then— A sound....Faint.....Not an insect.....Not the wind....A voice. It wasn’t Mac’s voice nor a bodyguard’s or even one of his family.

“Only then.” Marcus turned toward me sharply. “You can hear them now? Without it being opened?” I nodded, not entirely sure how to explain it beyond the simple fact of it. “Then perhaps,” Marcus said slowly, “you can read it.” “If you cannot read it,” Dominic said, and there was something in his voice I couldn’t quite name, not cruelty, but a pointed kind of practicality, “what makes you believe she can?” “The language in that book has resisted every attempt at translation,” Marcus said. “By scholars, by seers, by three different categories of gifted wolves. None of them could hear anything without the book being opened. She hears it closed.” He looked at me. “That is not coincidence.”