My Antonia Audiobook Novels & Stories

' thought Damian with an annoyed expression and left the mansion of his parents . Antonia woke up the next morning starting at her luggage . She felt extremely empty , like an empty shell . Even crying all night wasn't gonna help her with her current state . At that moment , the door started to ring like crazy and there was even someone knocking on the door like crazy . Antonia flinched a little scared when she heard the door ring like crazy . She went to the door and looked at it from the small eye on the door . When she saw who it was , she opened the door and found herself being hugged tightly by another girl .

The calm, unbothered corporate executive had completely vanished; Antonia was like a woman possessed by a demonic, untamed entity in her way of action and speaking, driven mad by the sheer weight of a years-old injustice. "You don't get to decide when you are going to talk to me or not!" Antonia pursued her relentlessly, stepping deeper into her personal space, refusing to let her hide behind her matrix of ice anymore. "You didn't let me speak that day! You let me drop to my knees, bleeding on the concrete, chasing after your accelerating car until my clothes were torn and my skin was shredded to pieces!" It felt exactly as though Antonia was only just now having the absolute, long-awaited o

Coffee. You’re making this harder than it needs to be. She didn’t reply. Outside, a car passed slowly. Too slowly. She watched from the window until it turned the corner, then told herself not to invent threats where there were none. Across an ocean, Antonio sat in a high rise conference room, the city lights unfamiliar beyond the glass. He listened as men spoke around him, strategies unfolding, alliances shifting. When it was his turn, the room quieted instinctively. “We proceed as planned,” Antonio said calmly. “No delays.”

Antonia’s POV We moved out of his old apartment, and I went back to hand over my key, I should have left it but when I looked down at my key ring and noticed I hadn’t I figured I’d just swing by and drop it off. I got out of my car and noticed an old woman walking, her purse was hanging from the crook of her arm and was open. I chuckled, my Nonna always forgot to clasp her old purse and just the sight had a warm feeling embrace my heart. I was halfway up the stairs when I heard a screech and turned. The old woman was gone and her fear hit me as I bound down the stairs heading towards where I had seen her, there was an alleyway. I peered down it to find her up against the wall, his hand

I sat alone on the other. A servant poured wine. Another brought bread. No one spoke. Antonia broke the silence first. "I missed you, Adrian. It's been too long." "I've been busy." "Busy with what? Her?" She nodded toward me. "Business," he said. "And yes, Her, have a problem with that?" Antonia picked up her wine glass "no I don't," she turned and flashed me a fake smile and she wasn't hiding it, "well, what's your name?"

Her voice is hard as she responds, “That girl has no manners, Malachi, and now she’s lost all her respect too! Ever since her grandmother died she’s been speaking to me like she does not know who i am. A million girls on the street are just like her! Through out goodwill she’s able to stay in this house, have nice clothes, i even offered her the furniture we have in the cellar! She refused and now this? That set of furniture in her room is a slap to my face and i will not let it stand!” “She’s not like the million other girls on the street.” My tone is calm, almost silent, but i’m sure my mother hears me. Though anger is currently coursing through me, it’s not enough to cloud the fact that m

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It was like staring into the face of death itself. Revnesolena wasted no moment and sprinted for them, the blade rage also knew why? The man Antonio wasn't human… He… He… He was a demon! (Oooh! Spicy!) … Antonio looked at Sebastian's eyes and spoke in a clear commanding tone, so cold that it made even Sebastian's bones rattle. "It's you!" "You are the one I want to kill the most!" Antonio said could. "From the moment I saw you I just wanted to hit your stupid face."

Anton was very protective these days because I was pregnant with our little pup, our first-born son. We went to the mall and I needed to go to the bathroom being pregnant means that you use the bathroom all the time. When I tried to get out of the bathroom someone grabbed me and close my mouth. ‘’Anton help’’ I mind linked him but the cent was familiar. No, it can’t be. ‘’its me Peter don’t scream’’ Peter said whispering. At the same time Anton came in pushing him at the wall. Realization hit him when he saw his face.

Don Antonio’s POV My phone rang, a sharp, insistent sound that shattered the quiet of my peaceful afternoon. It was Alexa. Her voice was thin, and filled with a cold, controlled fear I hadn't heard in a very long time. I was instantly on high alert, immediately dropping the rake I was using to clear the garden and focusing my attention on her. "Antonio… baby,” she said, her voice a small whisper. "I got one weird package that has your name on it. It is wrapped in black, and your name is written on it with a golden ink."