Oliver Twist Audiobook Novels & Stories

Oliver wipes his mouth with a paper napkin, leans back against the pillows, and flashes me an irreverent, worrisome grin. "You seem to be in a very good mood," Oliver notes, his tone shifting instantly from domestic warmth to seductive devil. "Let’s talk about getting me in front of a computer terminal so I can destroy Senator Scott."

her voice echoed in the distance as she disappeared into the building *** The classroom was dark when Oliver entered, the faint moonlight spilling through the windows. He scanned the entire class before he spotted Annabel’s textbook on one of the desks and walked over to grab it. A sharp sound, like the snap of a twig, echoed behind him. The scent was familiar but it was also lost in other’s scents, so he couldn’t put a label on it before they charged at him. Before he could react, a cloth was shoved over his mouth and nose, a sickly-sweet scent flooding his senses. He struggled, his wolf, Rye, roaring in his mind, but the strength of his attackers overwhelmed him.

Oliver's voice pulled me out of my awkward bewilderment. "Yes!" I squeaked, then hurriedly cleared my throat. "Yes." I stretched my lips into a thin smile and willed myself not to look in Alexander's direction. Oliver glanced at my sunglasses but, likely, chose not to comment on my new outfit accessory. Drawing another smile, he pointed at the man standing behind him. "This is Trevor." He stepped aside, and a tall man in a suit and chauffeur's hat marched forward. The man gave me and Liam a curt bow. "I hope you both had a pleasant flight."

It could only belong to one person. “Roth,” Tristan whispered inaudibly. His lips had barely moved but Oliver had caught the movement. His expression changed from that of confusion to that of displeasure. He stared at Tristan expressionlessly for a while, before softly correcting him, “Oliver.” He had thought that Tristan was calling him Roth. Tristan shook his head, “No, Roth is here somewhere.” Now, it was Oliver’s turn to look surprised, “Let’s get out of here, we can get an ice cream in the way.” He got up, extending out a hand for Tristan, but he never took it.

“But no one must find out about her, Oliver! No one!” Her screams turned to wild howls. The chains rattled violently. Sparks danced where metal met her fur. “She’ll break free!” Oliver gasped. “What do we do?” He began chanting — an old wolf song, ancient and sacred — the melody weaving through the chaos. The sound stilled the air. I felt my heartbeat slow, my wolf pausing mid-emergence. And even Aurora… she faltered, her growls softening for a heartbeat. But then Oliver groaned, his own transformation breaking through. The chant faltered as his fangs tore through, his bones reshaping with a sickening crack.

I’d follow this guy anywhere he wanted to lead me. “What can I get you to drink?” His voice was so deep and seductive it made me shiver. I had already drank so much that I knew if I had another right now I’d be head first in a toilet in 20 minutes. I didn’t want to pass up my opportunity here. “Just water’s good for now. I’ve already been drinking.” Luckily, my words didn’t sound too slurred.

Then Silence. For one long, terrifying second. Then the handle slowly turned. Lyra’s heart stopped. But the door didn’t open. Oliver had locked it. A low chuckle came from the other side. “You think this will stop us?” The voice was wrong. Distorted. Not fully human. Lyra’s blood ran cold. She knew that voice. Her lips trembled. “No…” she whispered. The door exploded inward. Wood splintered across the room. A man stepped inside.

he growled again. The tone of his voice was enough to make me shiver. I could sense my body igniting with heat. Which was ridiculous because I felt no attraction towards this man. No attraction whatsoever. You know you're lying. Come on. Look at him. He's gorgeous. My gaze rested shamelessly on his lips for a brief second. Get your head out of the box Winnie Cornwell. Focus.

Jaxxon POV If I don’t ever give credit to Olivia, she found the perfect time to step in and get rid of Tiffany. Tiffany scrambles to get to her foot with her sleazy entourage of 3 other she wolves who tried to help her. Tiffany looks at me horrified and I looked away as she looked at Olivia. She turned and walked away bumping in to Amaly in the process. Pyro in my head ready to attack if she disrespects her, but to my surprise she doesn’t.

“Don't worry, my love. I will try my level best to remain an old book to you, the same as you prefer. Just do it now before things truly get out of my control” He said, suppressing himself to the most extent. ‘Sometimes things only get better after it reaches its worst.’ And at this moment Darls was only trying the same. Liberating the things to go out of control so that he could put his control over it later. Olivia's lips also curled to give a forced smile at his words. Did the man already read Twilight? Exactly how much time did he manage to take out to read that story in a way where he could put the dialogues in such good general use. But anyway, she nodded to his plans, believing him in