Of Mice And Men Audiobook Chapter 4 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Sully chuckles, taunting me. "Scared? Me?" I stretch out my arms and legs as a warm-up. "These pussies are nothing but pawns to your little game." "You got balls," he smirked. "But you won't be fighting these men. They are just here for the show." I frown and am confused. "What do you mean?" Sully snaps his fingers, and a door busts open to my left. I see one of Sully's men holding a chain, and behind him is a man in a straight jacket, like a prisoner.

I froze as I stared him horrified. “You still haven’t recognized me, my Rosebud?” ~~~❤~~~ End of fourteenth chapter. Thank you guys. If you like my story do press the star button to show your appreciation.💞

I finished, cleaned up, and changed into my pyjamas so that the blackness could carry me away from it all. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. _____________________________________________________________ Fourth Chapter!!! How Is it ? Word Count: 588

he specified when he saw that I was going to object “We will leave this thing on the heliport and then I’ll take you to your house, we will talk in the car.” Unable to object to anything else and feeling incredibly relaxed from the trip, I began to see all the lights that began to appear in front of me, New York was beautiful at night and more so right now. I felt like we were starting to descend and to my astonishment I was saddened that it ended so soon. “I live on the fourth floor.” He said once in the elevator and in our way to the lobby. “What is your obsession with the fourth floor?” I asked confused. He just shrugged and pushed me out when we got there.

“We have six chapters left, you know.” He blinked. “What?” She looked up at him, amused. “If our lives were a story… we’ve got six chapters left until the final page.” He chuckled. “Then let’s make them count.” Meanwhile, in a quiet corner of the city, a man in a charcoal suit stepped out of a black sedan. His face was unfamiliar to most, but not to those who mattered. He walked into a dim warehouse and approached a table where three surviving heads of the old coalition sat.

His voice was rough. The sitting room was completely still. Nova looked at the photograph. She looked at Reid. She looked at Declan. “How many of us are there,” she said. Neither man answered immediately. Which was its own answer.  [End of Chapter 3]

"Because for the first time in my life, I don't care about the shareholders, the shipping lines, or the December reception. I only care that you're here." He looked at me, waiting for me to pull away, waiting for the rejection that would finally end the cycle. I looked back, and as I searched for the strength to walk out, I realized it was gone. I was trapped, not by his power, but by my own desire to remain in the only place that made me feel alive. I didn't say a word. I just leaned in closer, my silence proving him right, and for a moment, the world outside the glass didn't exist at all. End of Chapter 46

“If he thinks he can just take her… like I’m nothing…” His eyes darted to the journal he kept—his notes. Every interaction, every gesture Mia made. He had studied her, memorized her like scripture. And if Marco wanted war… He’d get one. Mia’s POV The chime above the door jingled softly as Mia pushed into Chapters & Coffee, the scent of fresh-ground beans and old paper wrapping around her like a worn blanket. Her fingers were still cold from the walk here, though it was already past noon. Spring in the city had a cruel way of teasing sunshine but delivering nothing but wind.

Chapter 43 The library felt smaller somehow, tighter, as if the walls themselves were pressing in after the night we had spent in the fog. Ian sat on the floor, notebook open but untouched, his hands trembling slightly as he traced imaginary lines across the pages. Madison paced, her steps sharp and controlled, a storm coiled behind her eyes. And I stood, leaning against the window, watching the city outside, trying to feel the pulse beneath the streets, the same pulse that the stepbrother must have known all along.

Tonight, I would guard the house I had built—brother, baby, and the stubborn, beating center that refused to be a headline. —End Chapter 11