Oliver Twist Audiobook Novels & Stories

He was strong. I was crying and screaming but he just laughed I mean this man is a sociopath who's probably going to kill me and toss my body somewhere in this dump of a place. Oh God what have I done. “No one can hear you here sweetheart this place, entlek (actually) everything is dead silent here, people mind their own shit around here so scream all you want but no one will come for you, so just oblige and come along with me I promise I'll be quick and I'll try not to hurt you, as long as you don't piss me off.” He sneered.

After a few seconds I heard the Professor's voice booming in class as he resumed his boring talks about the boring lecture in such a boring tone. I hate him. Professor Martin is not like other staffs. he's strict and not so friendly with students who always keep his face up and talk in the air. can't blame him, he must be at least fifty and the age itself allows him to be grumpy and ill-tempered. his thick and square glass will be on his nose all the time. It's been a month of me being in this college and not even for once I saw him smiling. He's hard to impress and to deal with. no one, i repeat no one would dare to stand against him because he exactly feels like some evil character of a mo

One of the bimbo twins is by his side and it makes me sick. Oliver grips his father by the hand. As he does, I admire his features for some reason. He has gotten much taller than he was before. His usual straight black hair was curlier than others. His black suit covers his muscles, but I can tell he is much bulkier now. He looked handsome, and for a moment, I forgot everything and just stared at him. What is wrong with me? I can feel Lunar growling in my head, but I can also feel the love coming from her as well. What is wrong with us? I had tuned everything out until I was jolted out of my daydreaming by the clapping of everyone. Oliver was looking incredibly happy.

There was something about him that drew her in, something that made her feel like she was exactly where she was meant to be. As he began to speak, Olivia found herself completely entranced by the sound of his voice. It was like nothing she had ever heard before - rich and deep, with a hint of danger lurking just beneath the surface. Despite the warning signs that her brain was flashing, she couldn't bring herself to tear her gaze away from him. "Relax, my dear," he said, his voice low and soothing. "There is no need to be afraid. I am here to help you." Olivia couldn't believe what she was hearing. This creature, this being she summoned from the book, was here to help her? It seemed impossib

"I'm almost done with the chapter." I let it go and returned to my own coffee, scanning the day's schedule. Two consultations before noon. Lab work after. Nothing about the morning warned me. Oliver stopped mid-chew. Not dramatically. Just still, the way he got when something didn't add up and he was working through it before speaking. He stuck his tongue out slightly, testing something. "Mama." He frowned at his toast as if it had personally wronged him. "My tongue tastes like coins." Remy laughed, delighted. "Did you lick something metal?"

Ava accepted one of the bookmarks, admiring the carefully drawn sunflowers decorating its corners. “These are lovely.” “I thought new readers might like them.” “I’m certain they will.” Just then a little girl entered the library holding tightly to her grandfather’s hand. She hesitated in the doorway, clearly uncertain whether she should come farther inside. Oliver noticed first. Without saying anything, he walked over carrying one of Emily’s bookmarks. “Hi.” The little girl looked at him cautiously. “My name is Oliver.” “I’m Sophie.” He handed her the bookmark. “This is for your first visit.”

Oliver stepped inside carefully, already dressed for bed. At ten years old, he carried himself too quietly sometimes. Not shy. Thoughtful. Like he was always listening to something other people couldn’t hear. His dark hair was still damp from his shower. He looked between both parents. “Am I interrupting?” “No,” Iris said immediately. Donovan pulled out a chair for him. Oliver climbed into it, curling one leg underneath himself. “You heard about the investigation?” Iris asked. He nodded once. “The healers were talking.”

Elaina's POV My throat became dry as I listened to the audio again. An evil smile appeared on Oliver's face when he saw the look of realization in my eyes. How I'd totally missed it the first time would forever remain a mystery to me. But now that I had listened to it again, realization hit me with the force of a moving truck. Oliver had doctored the recording to leave out the parts that would only be suitable for his evil plan. The part where he'd asked me to make a false confession against Professor Matthews had been edited out, leaving only parts where I indirectly admitted to a relationship with him.

Her once-soft features were now sculpted in divine wrath, her eyes glowing like twin suns crashing into one another. And then the spell stopped. Just like that. The witch’s voice choked on the final word. Her smile faltered, confusion spreading first, then dawning terror. She tried again to speak, to finish the incantation—but the words caught in her throat, literally frozen, suspended in front of her mouth as if the very air had turned to glass. The half-formed symbols hung like misty runes, caught in time. And then Olivia moved. Not with speed—but with purpose. Each step she took forward made the earth crack beneath her feet, the grass beneath her turning to ash before the wind could even

Why did I feel this hatred burning for Sebastian now that I assumed that? I moved gently toward the sound, it got larger and larger till I was standing in front of an open door where Oliver sat, his hands tied to the chair, a duct tape slapped over his mouth. I felt this burst of joy that he was here and I had somehow sensed that something was wrong with him. I rushed into the room and moved swiftly behind him, undoing the tense knot. I rushed at it, trying to loosen it. He wriggled helplessly, screaming into the duct tape. What the fuck was he saying?