Macbeth Audiobook Novels & Stories

Now I had an advantage. “Love, in the end we are all murderers” He purred behind me. Suddenly pain erupted in the back of my skull. As dots flashed in my vision. I gave one last glare towards the henchmen who were still watching from afar. One of them, a male with startling sapphire eyes stiffened taking a few cautious steps forward. He appeared to be talking to the leader above me. Though with my ringing ears all I could see was black spots as they conversed before being engulfed in the claiming blackness. Maybe we should of left before the ball...

I need to reach my kingdom as soon as possible so that I can send help. While I was running as I lost in the forest, I heard someone's weeping sound. I stopped immediately while frowning. Is there someone here? Who is crying? I asked in an unsure voice-" Hello....? Is anyone here?.. Don't worry I am Parsahwna Macduff, Queen of WitchDom. I can help!!"

“But I don’t know which herbs go in it” “Ah !” Siri gets up, looking all secretive and walks to the bookcase. She comes back, putting an old faded book on the table. “Macbeth ?” I grind my teeth. “And in the original old English, couldn’t it be a modern version ?” Siri chuckles. “Well it has to be the original version if we want the real ingredients”. “I don’t get it”. “Is it time for the story ?” Gudrun sounds extremely excited and comes to sit down too. “Can I tell it, please can I Siri ?”

“There's a new boy named Blake, he looks dangerous.” Ash told her about the whole drama in the cafeteria and the tension between David and Blake. Not wanting to listen to their conversation, I brought out my copy of Macbeth and started reading it. As I dove into the world of Macbeth, the sounds of the kitchen faded into the background. I found myself lost in the words, the characters, and the intricate plot. But as I read on, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The play was dark, filled with themes of betrayal and murder. It was a far cry from the light-hearted stories I usually read.

I picture his hands, his body, and before I know it, I’m lost in the memory, my fingers moving faster as I give in to the moment. And then I hear it. "That’s it, little deer, move those fingers quicker." The words are low, almost like a groan. My eyes fly open in shock, and my heart stops. Did I just hear that? I hit the rewind button, replaying the last 20 seconds of the audiobook, but it’s not there. There’s no trace of those words. I replay it again, just to be sure, but still… nothing.

She’s speechless. I merely recap, verbatim, “The descent into darkness by an antihero in Macbeth. The comedic relief of Much Ado About Nothing. The intensity of Othello. The romanticism and tragedy of Romeo and Juliet, of course. And the magical fantasy of The Tempest. Then... There’s the madness of Hamlet.” “I—” Words apparently fail her. So I give a shrug and modestly say, “They’re not first editions or from the original Globe, but they are from the Globe.”

Macbeth said, looking at the other witches who nodded their head in support of what she said, "He should be punished, especially, for killing one of our kinds, murder has never been taken as a light offense, or are you going to leave him mother, to run to our enemies and perhaps to run into a rogue or maybe a werewolf, and he gets captured, using him as a bait to destroy every one of us, don't you think that would bring our downfall Mother?"

“I have Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, 1991. I also have Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston, 2019,Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, 1813. And Seven Days in June by Tia Williams which was written two years ago then I also have love hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood which was also written two years ago” “That’s a lot, which one do you think I should pick out?” “You should chose, you are the one who wants me to read for you” “I mean you have read all of the books before, which one contains more betrayal and lies. I want to hear you read such books” “Are you trying to mock me right now?” Audrey asked, her voice cracking with a lot of emotions. “Read, Audrey” Nathan ordered and closed his eyes,

Macbeth didn't say anything and stared at alisha who was already stunned to see an owl standing in front of her. " Your majesty...." Macbeths sudden voice made her regain herself and she immediately answered. " Yes..."

“Just stand still...wait. If you can’t drive a truck, how did you stop the truck the other night?” “It wasn’t me . That was Odin.” Ichabod replied, “That idiot can do anything.” “Oh, I see. Now hold still while I take your picture.” Ichabod stood still and blinked as the light flashed. “Well, this is better.” Adams said before moving to the computer on the table. Ichabod watched as Adams operated on what he called, ‘the box of witchcraft.’ He had been locked in the coffin for so long and so many things have changed. He couldn’t understand how such a box could hold so much information.