Michael Richards Audiobook Novels & Stories

My heart was racing in its cage, I was on a death list, over nothing. I had just learnt a rich man’s secret. "Come on, we need to get out of..." he couldn't finish talking. He was interrupted by the sudden trembling of his hands. "What's wrong?!" I panicked, listening to his breathing quicken.

Settling down in his chair, Micheal procced to complete his outstanding work when Autumn's table lit up, catching Micheal's attention as his eyebrows furrowed. Placing down his pen, Micheal picked up the table as he stared at the screen in curiosity. Unlocking the screen with one swipe, Micheal's eyebrows shot up in shock and amusement. On the screen was an audiobook entitled 'My Filthy Girl'. Micheal glanced at Autumn, who slept peacefully before looking back at the table as his body tensed up. Glancing down at the headphones that lay on his desk, Micheal forcefully swallowed before he picked them up and placed them in his ear. His shaky finger then pressed play as music immediately filled

The work was going well when Matthew suddenly today called up for a meet because he is interested in taking Richards mansion on rent for few days. Matthew was aware that the Richards mansion was a living corpse guided my Alan richards from a very long time. A person can do any crime in there and not even a single investigation is carried out. Matthew knew that the mansion itself is a scretive burden with gold emirates to establish a new empire and hence he was here trying to make a deal. Alan who was silently sitting in his car against a sheilded glass so that Matthew cant see his face looked at david angrily. David knew that Alan doesn't like others talking about the Richards mansion.

Michael walked past her into the room, and the door closed. As soon as that happened, I tiptoed up the remaining flight of stairs and stood beside the door, straining my ear to see if I could hear anything, but I heard nothing, not even a sound. That was when I remembered that Richard's room had soundproof technology, which meant that no matter what went on inside, no one outside would be able to hear it. A sinister smile crept onto my face. This was just working out even better than I had thought. *******

“Karen, thank God.” His voice sounded different, and that frightened me more than his message had. Richard was usually calm, even when things were falling apart around him, but now I could hear the strain in his breathing. I leaned against the wall, placing one hand over my stomach as the babies moved beneath my palm. Somehow, I already knew that whatever he was about to tell me was going to change everything again. “What happened?” I asked. “Michael found something.” “What did he find?” “Payments.” I frowned.

Instead, I slipped my hand between my legs and touched myself quietly, imagining the danger. ----- The next day dragged even worse than the previous one. I came home to find Michael happily preparing the guest room. Fresh towels, extra pillows, a bottle of Richard’s favorite scotch on the nightstand. “Dad should be here any minute,” Michael said cheerfully. “This is going to be fun.” The doorbell rang. My stomach dropped. Michael opened the door. Richard stood there with a suitcase, looking every bit the confident, handsome older man in a casual button-down and jeans.

“I need to talk to him.” He walked away. I stood there alone. I should have followed him. Instead, I remained where I was. A few minutes passed. Then I heard voices from the study. The door wasn’t completely closed. I hadn’t intended to listen. But then I couldn’t stop myself I moved closer. Quietly. “She’s not going to understand this,” Richard said. “She doesn’t need to understand everything yet,” Miles replied. I frowned. What were they talking about? “You’re sure this will work?”

Not that he couldn’t rip apart everyone in close range in less than five seconds, but he figured growing fangs and tearing people apart at a gala wouldn’t be something anyone was ready for. Especially the CIA or his boss when they found out. Michael walked the spacious corridors and wondered if he could search Richar’d office if it happened to be empty. There was still probably time before they left, so he could use the few spare moments chack whatever he could find in Richard's study. He followed the scent and his nose helped him find the way to Richard's study very easily. Only the room wasn't empty. His senses told him he was approaching it, but Richard was definitely in there. And he was

The air smelled of rust, seawater, and something sharper, gunpowder and blood. A voice echoed from the upper deck. “Richard! So predictable. Always the hero.” Michael stepped into view at the top of the stairs. His face was a nightmare of melted scars and twisted flesh. The burns from the car crash had eaten away most of what used to be handsome. Only hatred remained. It disgusted me that I even mourned him. “You should’ve stayed dead,” I said, gun raised. Michael laughed, the sound wet and broken. “And miss this? Watching you lose everything the way I did?”

Grabbing my jacket, clutching car keys and mobile, I head out. Michael accompanies me down the hall. "James, don't drive with your temper. Take it easy.." I don't reply as I stamp out. The front door bounces as I bang it closed behind me. ***** Michael The door slams in my face, the sound echoing. Richard comes up from behind, wiping tears from his eyes. And, yes, it's funny... It's fucking hilarious, but... "Think I should follow him?" Richard straightens up. "Mad?" "Spitting fire and shitting lightning. I'm not sure what he's going to do."