Paul Harvey Audiobook Novels & Stories

I thought maybe she was in the bathroom, but when I looked, she wasn’t there either. Ok.. double weird. I headed back to the club to find Pulp. He had been here all day, If Harley had woken up and gone out, He knows, but he told me he hadn’t seen her all day either. Some of the other guys overheard us talking and came over to see if everything was ok. ‘Harry, Ask Sarah what time she dropped Harley off last night’. ‘She didn’t.’ ‘What?’ He looked around at everyone’s now worried face and seemed confused.

Harper I am doing much better now. I think I am starting to remember more, to retain more. I am having flashbacks as I sit here on the edge of this bed. My situation no longer feels somber, bleak. There is hope in knowing I at least know who I am. I play with my hair and twist it in circles around my fingers. I've got to look busy for the big screen. I know they are watching. The problem: I have no idea how to control this "thing" inside me—this feeling of force. Something is there, something deep down, a muscle that has been used so many times that yearns to be used again. Yet, I do not remember how. I keep having these flashes where my head rings. I close my eyes for a moment, and I have t

What's wrong with me you are looking at me like this? Harvey had finished reading the script and stretched out his hand to button the cuff on the right side. While he was at it, he looked at Edwin sideways and said in a normal tone of voice, "Did anyone tell you that curiosity killed the cat?" 'Good lord, he's threatening me, isn't he?' Edwin nodded hesitantly, not knowing what it had to do with what he said. Harvey had finished packing up and was ready to go out. "My advice to you: don’t be nosy."

I stopped as my laptop pinged. I started clicking away again, and Isaiah noticed. “What is it?” “Harvey is a pimp. That’s what Paul was paying him for. On top of working for Julian, he is a pimp. Paul, being the miserable, pathetic loser he is, was paying for sex. I was about to lose my mind with curiosity. I guess I don’t need to talk to Paul anymore. I wonder how many diseases he caught from fucking random women?” I said. Isaiah laughed. “You’re hilarious, Kaia. I am concerned though. Who supplied the women to Harvey? Was it Julian?”

Even so, Harvey knew that this wasn’t going to end up okay. Harvey was able to work up the bravery to knock on the door, finally after standing there for quite a while, making an attempt to prepare his thoughts. He still didn’t know how to put everything in words. However, he knew that he needs to trust his gut feeling. “What exactly do you want?!” The door flung open with an irritated Krist on the opposite side of it. “Sorry to disturb you at this point Krist, but we got to talk about one thing.” He rigorously watched Krist as the boy sharp-eyed him, but nodded for him to carry on. “So last night, my very good childhood friend died.”

Now, that person was slumbering peacefully. Harvey shook his head. He should forget that person as it only brought him pain and grief. “You might not want to hear this, but you should free yourself from everything that was giving you anxiety,” he said. He sighed and looked at the sky. “I once witnessed a young man who had lost faith and hope. He killed himself after only a few months.”

He would not fancy eating them all but he gave his men his word and Harvey Stone is a man of his words, “It’s almost time, Harvey, we have not fed in three days and you promised us this feast.” another sin eater said while baring his sharp fangs, “All right then, you may all feed. Just keep it low. You have hypnosis Paul, use it.” Paul was a tall, skinny man that works as a psychologist. He is a wonder among the psych world because he really work wonders. Little did they know that whenever he orders a ‘closed door’ session with a patient, he first feeds on them and later on works on their mental health. He was a friend of Harvey’s because Paul’s gift is beneficial for him.

“Oh my, I didn’t know you were a closeted faggot. But here you are, jerking to my dad’s dirty underwear.” ‘Did he get everything? How long has he been here? Can I lie my way out? What do I even say?’ As thoughts raced through his head, he heard an audio. He blinked twice as Harvey flipped the screen to him. There was no way he could lie his way out.

After patting his clothes and saying a prayer, he then told Javier, “It’s a dud. You’re lucky. Looks like you’re blessed. I’ll choose to believe you once then. You can leave now.” Javier, who was chased out of the prayer room, was not quite sure if Harvey was a god or a devil or that he was rotating between the two as he felt like it. One thing was for sure, though. Harvey was aggressive, like a lurking crocodile in the river. It looked like a piece of log,, but one might not even know how their life was lost when one came close. Could the years spent in the business world have cultivated the old man’s aggression? While Javier contemplated, he went through the corridor to return to the hall

Every step and movement you make, is in perfect sync with the sonorous beats and resounding underlaid music as you dabble over to the window, to watch the performance of a little bard: a bird, chirping it's sweet melodies, in rhythms that leaves you wrapped in a very familiar reality of pink and gold. Fortunately, background choirs, singing Nightingales, and a good day, are only the fairytales princesses get to live in, unlike Adrian McCleron. The only montages he heard every other morning were the sounds of his beating heart, quarrelling neighbors, or a scurrying rat. Today, what brought him to his unverse with nothing but the smell of dirty laundry, and a mold-growing over due popcorn, was