Ramona Quimby Audiobook Novels & Stories

The Luna’s Chains The study smelled of old parchment and smoke, the candlelight flickering across shelves stacked with forgotten records. Kimberly’s father sat hunched over his desk, the weight of years pressing into his shoulders. His hands trembled as he closed a ledger, but before he could rise, the door opened without a knock. Mona stepped inside, her golden gown flowing like liquid sunlight. Her smile was soft, sweet—deceptively so. “Uncle,” she said gently, her voice honeyed. “Burning the midnight oil again?”

he whispered. “Enjoying your drink alone?” Ramona interrupted his fond moment. It’s better to share happiness rather than enjoy it all alone. He looked over his shoulder as she walked seductively beside him, pulling the cigarette from his fingers. “Isn’t it strange? A girl wrapped all the men of this house.” Ramona has a piece of news to share with Aslan. “What, girl?” “She is beautiful, another mafia darling, and a doctor, too. Did it ring a bell?” She was beating around the bushes, and Aslan needed to know what was going on in her stupid mind that could ruin his plan.

She said in a low, seductive voice that sounded like music to Caleb's ears. Ramona stood up from where she sat, making her way towards him in the slowest form of movement. Swinging every part of her body with intention. Caleb stepped backwards, wiggling a finger at her, "don't come close, Ramona. I'm not playing right now." He warned in a less authoritative tone. Caleb cussed at his weak state of mind. As hard as he tried to resist falling for Ramona's charm, his dick found it very intriguing. To make matters worse, Ramona's arousal filled the whole room, turning all his insides.

I couldn’t speak until I was eight years old. Everyone in the Sterling family called me dumb. Even my mother would secretly wipe away tears, convinced she had given birth to an autistic daughter. Whenever my father looked at me, his eyes were filled with nothing but disappointment. However, for the sake of the family’s reputation, he could never bring himself to send me away to a special education school. Then came the day someone from a prominent hedge fund company arrived to acquire our family company, Sterling Group. He was so arrogant that he chewed out everyone in the boardroom until all of them hung their heads low. The room full of corporate executives fell silent, too terrified to

She was soundly asleep when suddenly, there was a loud and abrupt noise outside. She opened her eyes wearily. It was only her and Flint left on the bed. Liam and Isabel were nowhere to be seen. She could still hear the commotion coming from outside. She got out of bed to take a look. Meanwhile, inside the living room. Aunt Tonya was doing her best to hold back Ramona. Ramona jabbed a finger at Aunt Tonya and exclaimed furiously, "Do you know who I am? Get out of the way!" Aunt Tonya stood her ground and declared adamantly, “I don’t care that you’re the madam’s sister. Sylvia is resting with the children right now! Even if Odell permitted you to see them, I still wouldn’t allow you to head up

Farah dragged her to the middle of the room and her mouth widened in awe. "Here." Farah said, throwing a heavy book to Ramona. Ramona caught in just I time before it hit her face. "You might be my Queen but when it comes to teaching you, I'm at the top." "Yes, ma'am." Ramona giggled out as she did a small salute. Farah rolled her eyes and ordered, "Start reading." Ramona flipped open the book and her eyes drooped to show her tiredness. She hadn't slept the last night and now the sight of this big book made her even sleepier. Farah shook her head and then used a freeze spell to increase the coldness in the room.

Mal’s brown eyes looked at her with sadness in their depths. Claire stood on the tips of her toes so that she could softly kiss his lips. “You know it’s not a problem for me, Mal. But Sean and Quinn...” She turned her attention back to the Priestess. “Are there any other bombs you would like to drop on us this afternoon?” That comment brought a smile to the witch’s face. “I think I have told you everything that I know, child. I will leave you both now, if you don’t mind. Transporting oneself takes a lot of energy and magic. Good evening.” She bowed her head. Without another word, Ramona was gone in the blink of an eye.

Ramona called, stunned and confused. At the same time, a jarring headache which came as a sharp pain erupted in Ramona's head and it was so strong that all she could let out was a whimper before everything turned dark. However, before she could fall to the ground, she felt herself being held and embraced by strong arms. "Ramona." Said a deep calm soothing voice filled with relief. Ramona couldn't help but smile and whisper. "Cas." Then succumbed into darkness. ... *Two days later*

The maid quickly stepped forward and replied, "Ramona's last name is Barker, and she resides at 8 West Hibiscus Alley in the capital. Her family is in business. This trip was for visiting relatives. Originally, a brother from her family was to accompany her, but he suffered an injury and had to stay behind to recover. We had no choice but to hire a werewolf bodyguard to return to the capital. The journey has been fraught with difficulties, and we fear encountering more troubles, which is why we humbly request to travel with you." Adelaide observed the maid's movements as she responded—fluid and swift, with a strong and unshaken voice, showing no signs of fear. She didn't resemble a typical m

--- Rama’s Breakthrough Back in his office, Rama clicked open another file—this one a voice recording from one of the clinic’s phone consultations. The audio was distorted, but the voice was unmistakable. A trembling whisper. A desperate tone. “I need to look like her… make me her… exactly her…” Rama’s eyes widened. Because he recognized that voice. Every syllable. Every breath. It belonged to Revania. He replayed the snippet twice more, chills running down his arms. Then he pressed call. --- The Call That Changes Everything Damien picked up on the first ring. “Rama? What is it?”