My Antonia Audiobook Novels & Stories

Charlotte said, smiling at the memories. "Hey guys!" Antonio's energetic voice boomed in our ears and we turned to look at him. His hand was around a very beautiful woman, Audrey. I had seen her in front pages of magazines and newspapers. But seeing her in person, in front of my eyes just told me how little justice the pictures did to her beauty.

Natalia said, Natalia took a deep breath and said, "Anthonio, I have made up my mind. I want to return to my state and fight for justice. The government is corrupt, and the people need to rise up against them. I can't just sit back and watch them destroy everything we hold dear." Anthonio's face turned pale, and his eyes widened in shock. "Are you crazy? why can't you seek refuge first then later think of what to do” Anthonio said,

she let out, her anger steadily rising. “I didn't mean it that way! I am only trying to protect them,” he said, sounding defensive. “Please, you…” Antonia's face contorted with anger as she abruptly interrupted Christian’s explanation. “Save it, Christian! I'm done listening to your lies! I see I mean nothing to you.” Antonia's hands shook with anger as she reached for her glass of water. Her grip tightened around it, making her knuckles turn white. Her eyes flashed with determination as she looked directly into Christian's pleading gaze.

“Guess we will have to finish this later.” We reach the Alpha guest suite fairly quickly; with two knocks, Gregory opens the door and lets himself and me into the large living room. “Boss! We are here!” “Eh! Papi!” Antonia snarls from the couch. “Giarda tu pinga!” She shakes her head. “No one wants to see that!” She continues to mutter in Spanish under her breath while covering her son’s eyes. “My what?” Gregory says with a questioning look on his face.

We emerge from our room, after another round and quick showers and head for her Jeep, today we hand the keys to Alpha Michael and watch as he surprises Antonia with them. We arrive and they’re both standing there, Anontia is leaning up against the wall with her arms crossed glaring at her brother. We walk up holding hands and she eye rolls us Abi chuckles, “Antonia what’s wrong too early for you to be up?” Antonia pushes off the wall, “considering I got home an hour ago,” she glares at Alpha Michael, “fuck yea.” Alpha Michael shakes his head, “If you kept decent hours this wouldn’t happen.”

Third-person POV The next day, Antonio accompanied Silvia to her prenatal checkup. On the drive back, she ventured the question gently. "Antonio, the doctor says the baby's doing well. Does that mean we can finally have the wedding?" In the past, he would have been over the moon. But now, he felt a flicker of irritation. Antonio lowered his head and pressed a kiss to the top of Silvia's head. "I've been busy with the casino lately. Has this been hard on you?"

I sink back in my chair and rub my temples, hoping to make the pain go away. "Candice," a voice whispers in my ear. Stunned, I look around for the source. The hair on my arms is standing on end and I'm praying Brad is playing a trick on me, but he's still sitting in his chair and everyone else is diligently working on their assignments. "Candice, come back to me." I look around again because how can no one hear what I'm hearing? And right then I realize. Atticus's voice can't be heard because it's coming from inside my head.

- Madame Antonia The music suddenly stopped, and the child started to tremble. The silence was bad and scary, and she wished she could hear the music again. She didn't want this quiet, knew with all her heart that it was. Madame Antonia came out of her trance, and the first thing she saw was the child's eyes. " No! " - Kathryn Ice Madame Antonia grabbed the child by the hair, and still it didn't speak. It was terrified out of its wits, but it still knew what was right or wrong.

And if I didn’t, then she would call Ellison and Brandon who would come to check up on me. Antonio’s story has many holes, if he really wished that no one looked for his unwilling captive then he should’ve kidnapped someone who didn’t have people that loved her. Someone who hadn’t been broken before and learned how to survive with all her broken parts. He should’ve found someone who wouldn’t know how to fight. Because I knew how to survive and I would survive Antonio Rossi even if he was the insufferable Devil that he was. A. Gupta

Chapter 29 Antonio has several states of consciousness when he dreams. Like this one. The man was in a large meadow. A lake lay between them. Antonio was not alone. There was a woman there. She smiled warmly at Antonio, then called out to him in a soft, caring voice. Antonio lay down on her lap. The bright sunlight, and the strong wind made his eyes misty. He couldn't see clearly who she was. How was her face? Did Antonio know her? No, Antonio had no idea.