Reckless Audiobook Novels & Stories

Exactly one month later, I successfully started working at the Audit Commission. Soon, my team received their latest investigation task, and the target company was none other than Jett's. Coincidentally, Jett was organizing a massive strategy launch event, claiming that they had invented some groundbreaking technology. So, we included them in our list of inspections for the day.

She came along with most of her sketchbooks, they were her companion after her mother died and helped her heal. It was already an hour and there was no sign from the CEO, but Audrey was not ready to give up. A convoy of Roll Royce drove through, Audrey rose to her feet charging right inform of them causing the driver to step on the gas so swiftly which annoyed the driver thinking he almost crashed her. " Hey! Are you dumb!!" The first driver barked, and the ones behind popped out their head to see what was going on. Audrey had their attention, the next thing was figuring out which of the cars he was in. A particular model of the roll Royce was different from the others, Audrey guessed he cou

"What now? E, they won't peek." "What, Audrey?" he asked low but emphatically. He sounded calm yet so dangerous. The engine roared loudly. I froze in shock. "What the fuck, Rustov!" "Follow my command." God! Won't we end here? I'm late! Why can't he mind his own business? "Fine! Here it is!" I said irritably. He calmed down there. "Now, hold on to me." "Okay!" I grabbed her shoulders. "On my waist."

I said to him and he sighed. "I know it sounds crazy but I can't shake all this off Liam, I just can't. I feel like I'm slowly losing my sanity and it feels like someone's trying to slowly drive me mad with misery. I'm under investigation for an attempted murder when I can't even hurt a darn fly. I lost my job, my reputation that I may never get back and now I've lost my cafe and another murder case is about to surround me cause they will investigation and since I already have a pending case, they'll add me to the list of possible suspects. Tell me now Liam, am I really not cursed?" I asked, heaving a sigh of frustration as it dawned on me that I am indeed a misfortune like mom always told m

I feel myself passing out but I can hear pieces of what is going on. I hear screaming. I hear gunfire. I feel the ground shaking. The walls are rattling like they will come down any minute. I feel Lilly trying to pull me close to her. Lilly bends her body over my to try to protect me. She has a firm grip on my hand. I hear someone barking orders. Probably that asshole Prez. It sounds like Lilly and I are caught in the middle of a war zone. If nothing else happens Lilly has to make it out. I think as I pass out.

he asked, voice unreadable. Arielle’s lips parted in surprise. “How did you?” “you mention it yesterday, during our compassionate encounter at your former workplace,” he said. “And you have the posture of someone carrying more weight than her own body.” Arielle felt heat sting her eyes. Damian watched her carefully, leaning back slightly, arms crossed again. “Desperation can make a person reckless,” he said. “But it can also make them… useful.” The word snapped her head up. Useful?

Don't worry about not getting into another class as long as you still go to that school! "I still have a dream even though it's like this oh, what the h*ll is this I don't know if I'm lucky or unlucky." I said then get in the car and it started to go home with us. I'm really restless and that Arkwright didn't even wake me up! And really left me, argh! "I really hated you when I saw you, Killian! No matter how kind you are, you still have a demon you're hiding!" I said in my anger, the driver who smelled my car just looked at me, he might think that his passenger is crazy.

I grabbed my string back pack and put a few water bottles in it, tossing in my wallet and keys and we were out the door. A large black Escalade pulled up in front of the building and rolled down the window. “Are you Nikki and Frankie?” The man asked. “Yes we are,” I replied. “Well climb on in. I’m AA.” AA floored it as he pulled away from the curbside and ironically ‘Crazy Train’ came on the radio. That man is nuts, he drives like a bat outta hell. I think he brings a whole new meaning to the term aggressive driving. As he pulled up in front of the pack house, I silently whispered up a prayer of thanks to the Moon Goddess for making it there in one piece.

His grip on the steering wheel was tight—too tight—his knuckles paling under the pressure as he reversed out without care, the tires crunching harshly against the snow beneath us. The drive was tense. Silent, but loud in all the ways that mattered. Ben’s breathing was uneven. His jaw clenched and unclenched like he was fighting a battle inside his head, one that had no clear winner. I watched him from the corner of my eye, careful not to provoke him further. Right now, I needed him focused—not reckless. Because reckless men made mistakes. And mistakes, in situations like this, could cost lives. “Don’t try anything stupid,” he muttered suddenly, eyes still fixed on the road.

It was nearing the end of the day for me. Perched, with a single butt cheek on the stiff seat of an old, rickety eighteen-seater bus popularly known as danfo, I hoped to reach home in one piece as the driver just narrowly escaped the jaws of two heavy-duty trucks. It was as a result of reckless driving from all three drivers. In delirium, people screamed and rained curses on the poor driver and his generations to come, but the latter simply shook his head in oblivion and laughed at the fun of it all even though a lot of people didn't find a near-death experience funny.