Oliver Twist Audiobook Novels & Stories

Oliver growled, demanding an answer. I was shaking, coming completely unglued in his hands. The boys behind me did not let up; every shudder I gave was fuel for them to push me harder. My mind spun with sensory overload—the wet sounds, the sliding skin, a finger dipping deep inside my swollen mound, tasting every drop. Slurp, slurp, slurp, they went on and on. "It is surreal," I stammered, and Oliver smiled, thoroughly pleased. "What do you say when someone gets it right?" Oliver asked, still not done with his questions. He lowered his mouth right to my ear, his hot breath tingling against my sensitive skin. "What do you say, little one?"

Owen calling didn’t feel weird, but when he didn’t speak for a few minutes, that felt creepy. “Olivia is at the hospital. She was in an accident. Hit and run. A truck driver hit her car and ran away.” He hesitated for a second. “The car was wrecked when the medic reached there, and Olivia was gone. According to the doctors, Olivia died on the spot. The police identified the truck driver but said Olivia was driving carelessly. Also, because of the rain, the highway was slippery. He couldn’t see the car coming. They found liquor in her blood, police confirm that drunk driving causes the accident. The driver was free to go as the police looked at the CCTV footage of the accident. They think the

But then, I can still feel the warm wind soothing my body. "Ready?", I heard William's voice ask, directly behind my left ear. I shivered. It sends so many spark all through my body. "Yeah, get on with it already!", I said quickly in frustration and William chuckled. He loosened the tie from the blindfold behind my head slowly and took it away. I opened my eyes and tried to adapt to the sudden change in brightness but when I realize where I was, my eyes went wide immediately. What?! * * *

Her audible breathing was the only thing that could be heard between her sucking and whispering. Oliver felt very uncomfortable but, oddly enough, also hungry for more, for her soft lips, yet he was still in neutral at the moment, wanting to see how far his sister would go while trying to make sense of his own emotions. It was that vicious spell paying both of them another visit, yet this time, it was determined to compel them to do its bidding.

Olivia turned back around at rapid speed and instead of walking down the tunnel, she jogged down the dark tunnel. Everything seemed to be okay while Olivia was jogging. She felt hopeful that she and Lukas would make it to the leveler. Olivia thought the voice was wind noise until she and Lukas heard the man’s voice again. This time, his voice was unmistakably audible. The man’s trembling voice ran up to Olivia. “Miss, p-p-pleeease hh-help me!” It was a man’s voice, but the voice sounded distorted.

she exclaimed. Before the twins could reach her, Oliver opened his mouth and proudly said, Oliver Hawthorne! Although he couldn't pronounce it well. Their speech wasn't clear yet. Everybody froze in surprise. Michelle's mouth dropped open, and her hands flew to her face in shock. Determined not to be outdone, Olivia quickly chimed in, "Olivia Hawthorne!" Her smile was as big as if she had just won the world. A big "aww" came from everyone in the backyard. Laughter, clapping, and even some tears from the emotional guests filled the air.

I was instantly worried, but gained a small chuckle from Edward instead of matched panic. "No, you've just been very distracted today, your mind is going a million miles a minute and honestly I'm having trouble keeping up." He reassured me. "If I had listened a little closer I would have heard you singing 24601 repeatedly in your head before it began, but instead I kept hearing Christmas music, and oddly enough, professor Umbridge from Harry Potter saying her line about the OWLs."

Oliver scoffed and went on his way. Elsa saw Oliver kill warlocks by breaking their necks, casting death spells on them, and crushing their bones until they arrived in a room with a large grimoire floating in the center of a circular wildfire. Elsa hurried forward to the book, but Oliver grabbed her arm and drew her back. "This is the difficult part of this plan. If you contact it, you'll burn down to ash in a matter of seconds." Said Oliver. Elsa heaved a sigh. "How about you go grab it then?" She questioned.

It was to no one's surprise, of course. Oliver and his master were now sitting in the carriage, driving up the English countryside of Winchester to meet the lady Callum had bought the gift for. Oliver was in the foulest mood he'd been in a very long time. Even the good weather today wasn't enough to fix the way he felt, or at least improve it in the slightest. He was reading the same page for the fourth time. Oliver even hated the bloody book and wondered who'd written such nonsense. When he looked up, Callum was watching him.

Danielle got to the house where Mrs. Beth had invited her to. Mr. Robyn ushered her in. The house was beautiful and well furnished. She walked in and realized they were quite a several persons in the room. Most of them were older than her, some in their mid-50s and others in their 30s. All were present with their spouses. Danielle was shy. She was directed to seat close to an old lady. She saw Mrs. Beth walk in with a tray of cookies to serve everyone. Mrs. Beth was happy Danielle could make it. "Can I get everyone's attention? Mrs. Beth said, to calm the noisy room. "This is Danielle Santiago Haddish, she works in the book store where I get most of the books for the book club" she continued