Plato Audiobook Novels & Stories

‘Any ideas? ‘Well I recognise the word Atlantis,’ Elmo offered. ‘I think most people in this universe know that word, Elmo,’ Patience piqued. ‘Yes but does everyone in the universe know that, according to Plato—’ ‘Pluto?’ Patience interjected. ‘The Disney dog?’

Realizing what he had done, he sighed, and his shoulders sagged. “Buckley watches documentaries on his laptop. As-“ His eyes went wide as they landed on his mother and her cocked eyebrow as she realized what he started to say. “He doesn’t know how to use headphones and we all get to listen to whatever he has on. Lately it’s been Greek and Roman history.” “At least you are learning something.” Jaxon laughed. “I sympathize.” Ty gave him a small salute. “There’s a guy on shift that listens to audiobooks. Let me correct that. There’s a guy that plays audiobooks for the rest of us.”

I groaned softly and drew my laptop even closer and stared at the screen seriously hoping to distract myself from being distracted by Mattoe. As much as I tried to focus on my work. I still found myself occasionally glancing over. While I couldn't take my eyes off him, I got my surprise as I watched him pull out a thick book on ancient Stoic philosophy with Marcus Aurelius's Meditations. It's completely unexpected. I had previously assumed his interests were purely business-focused, that he was all strategy and numbers. The philosophical depth suggests complexity I didn't anticipate. I watched him read with complete focus, occasionally making notes in the margin. His calm, measured demeanor

Demetrius smiled and replied, "You are not the first to grapple with such a challenge, my dear Alcides. Let me tell you about the philosopher king, Marcus Aurelius, who, while leading the Roman Empire, wrote a series of personal writings now known as 'Meditations.' He balanced the responsibilities of leadership with the pursuit of wisdom, showing that both paths can coexist." Alcides was intrigued and asked, "But how can I apply this to my own life, Demetrius?" Demetrius leaned forward, his eyes filled with wisdom. "You must recognize that your life as a gladiator can be a training ground for your mind as well. Observe the strategies and tactics used by your fellow fighters. Learn from their

I switch to a view of the plastic room and wince in apprehension of seeing Grant in pain – but Epicurus seems to still be in gloat mode. I click a button on my laptop, the soundboard activates, and an audio clip of my voice plays over the loudspeaker in the plastic-wrapped room beneath me – just like Al Pacino or Arnold Schwarzenegger. I can hear it distinctly, even in the air duct. “Heeeeey Epicurus. Or should I say, ‘Dieter’?”

Chad only exchanged a glance with him before turning around and walking to the Hall of Herbs. Inside the Clairvoyant Eye, Plato's entire body appeared dim and dark, and Chad could not see his entire face. According to Chad's understanding of the Clairvoyant Eye, Plato was not long for that world. Furthermore, Balaro ignored Plato and proceeded to the cars. Plato noticed that they were about to leave and dashed over to the gates of Peak Institute, pushing them with all his might while shouting, "Don't go! Look, I'm completely fine! It's nothing! You can give me the money right now!"

I was waiting for the smartass comments, but they didn't come. I soon had him running through flashcards for philosophy as he leaned back against his head kard, legs stretched out under the open window while I sat crosslegged beside him, flipping through the cards. Staying so close to him, all shirtless with his sexy body was difficult. It took me everything not to bury my nose in his neck and inhale until I couldn't breathe anymore. Shit I was getting distracted. “What’s Plato’s theory of forms?” I asked, flipping the card toward him in order to take my mind from the gutter.

I say with a small smile. “I suppose you both have a lot to process,” he says. “Is there anything I can help with?” “I honestly don’t understand any of it. If it’s true, why would the Moon Goddess choose us? And why don’t more people know about this stuff Plato wrote?” I ask. “Who knows if this Plato stuff is real? You know how our ancestors liked to exaggerate,” he says with a smile. I study the Betas profile. At least 20 years younger than Alpha Peter, he is good looking with short sandy brown hair, sea-blue eyes, a strong jawline, and the typical buff body of a Beta.

Alkaid and Damian as usual talking about girls. The awkwardness comes out more while Alejandro is just quiet and watching. Only speak when needed. They offer me but I refuse. Instead, I just kept on chewing on the barbecue they bought at the grill shop. "About Aristotle ..." My mind was incited when I heard Celestina mention Aristotle's name. "Is it okay that he's here?"

She raised her voice and began, “You lil’ twerp! How could you be late, huh? It’s like you don’t even care about the biggest, most important event of your sister’s life!” A debonair smile hung on Plato’s lips. Combined with his incredibly handsome features, the young man was a snazzy sight to behold—just as his father used to be. Unlike Aristotle, who carried himself with serenity and grace, Plato was vogueish and bold. One could tell from the number of piercings on his ears that they were looking at a cavalier pretty-boy.