Pedro Pascal Audiobook Novels & Stories

Along the way, she found herself walking beside Pedro more and more, his quiet strength a balm to her worries. As they crossed rivers and trekked through dense forests, Alice and Pedro began sharing stories of their pasts. Their conversations started innocently enough—Pedro told her about his childhood, his dreams of freedom, and his deep admiration for his father, Ramon. Alice, in turn, shared memories of her life before the time travel, her family, and her longing for peace.

He echoed hard. Luca folded his hand, watching the hollering unfold with glistening amusement in his eyes. “Have you gotten that out of your chest now? Because if you have, then you'll respect me even if only a little, and talk to Diavolo.” “That’s right. He's the devil. This bastard lured my sister into this cursed country. Over ten years she spent here but never got the sense to bring in any of her family, and we both know why. Then she died, and when some of us came to fight, we were strangely deported. Should I trust a snake like that? Should I talk to a fucking bastard like him?” Pedro's thick Italian tongue rolled out his words venomously.

Chideziri fires, "How will we hear the birds when you've chased all of them away." Joining us at the ledge, Pascal takes up what little space is left. "Aren't you happy to see us?" He balances at the very brink, on his heels, almost falling into the water but not: see-sawing. I see the chance to get rid of him. Just to be sure, I ask, my voice laced with saccharine, "Pascal, are you with your phone?" He shakes his head and points behind him to Ahmed, who's got his face buried in two phones, alternating glances as if he can't decide which to operate.

The helplessness was worse than death. And then, footsteps. The sound of a door slamming open. Voices. A scuffle. A familiar growl of anger. Pedro. And another voice, sharp, vicious, laced with grief. Cassius. “You have some nerve,” Cassius spat. “Standing here like you actually give a damn.” Pedro didn’t answer, but Aelia could hear the ragged quality of his breathing. “I should kill you,” Cassius snarled. And then, a sickening crack.

"Now is not the time to keep mute. The minutest detail could be the game changer for us. We need everything we can to stop him, so I want to hear it." Sighing, Michael grabbed the whiskey bottle and filled his glass halfway. "He used to be a fried of ours." He looked to Pedro for help. He was yet to master the craft of story telling. Pedro excelled in it, with flying colours too. "Will you do the honors?" Pedro set his rock aside and cleared his throat. "It's a very long story. You might want to grab a seat," he gestured to the third vacant stool, inches behind her.

PASCAL Immediately Tahlia and Grinda left his building, Joan rushed out of her hiding place, she had been hiding all along in one of the enormous shelves in the parlour. The two were having a cruel discussion about how to destroy Tahlia and Grinda when they suddenly showed up in front of his door. “Don’t tell me that show of absolute falsehood has gotten to you so fast?” Joan inquired in irritation, glaring angrily at the beaming pascal. Pascal shook his head slowly in uncertainty, at this point he didn’t know what to think. He knew the girls were using him to have their own fun but he also knew they weren’t as evil as joan.