Redeeming 6 Audiobook Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 112 Luis I was sitting in front of my desk looking at the cigarette that was fading. Thoughts of all kinds of wicked things came into my mind. Maybe Ariella would have known what she was messing with if I had taken her to the Red Room instead of the Golden One. Inside that room, my beast side awakens, and gender doesn't matter. It was my damn feelings that made me weak and I'm here now. Weak and broken. Will I ever hear a little voice call me daddy again?

The interior is everything and I can’t stop the tears running down the corner of my eyes. Seeing the little benefits I could get from my new position makes me want to keep my job so bad. So, the earlier I settle things with Christopher, the better for me. I have to come clean at some point but now is better. I make a mental note to continue my task of recovering the deleted files from the club’s system when I get home. “Tessa, I have my car with me!” I squeal into the phone as I drive down the highway after connecting my phone to the car’s Bluetooth speaker.

I scratched my head. Benji didn’t flinch. He walked closer, pulling the prophecy up from the pile of paver and books that sat off to the side of my desk. “And that’s exactly why you need to look at it.” He opened it, searching before placing his finger over what he’s looking. My gaze drifted to the page he placed in front of me. He cleared his throat, and began to read,. “When the moon is crimson, The redeemer will stand.” He paused, his gaze meeting mine.

The first thing my father shouted when he rushed over was, "Damn brat, don't let the glass shards hit your brother's feet!" So there had been signs all along. So in this life, I had never once been firmly chosen. My phone slipped from my hand. With a soft crack, it hit the floor. The world went utterly quiet. Vivian Harkins, I give you my life. And I return that so-called fairness to myself. [Countdown: 00:00:00] [Program execution complete.] [Host Aaron Hutchinson: death confirmed.] [Per host's request, revenge program initiating immediately.]

He went to our parents and embellished the story, making up that whole lie about me stealing people's life expectancies. That was why Mom and Dad had treated me with such disdain. "Shut up! How can you even call yourselves Noah's parents?" Audrey shrieked, her voice laced with despair. Her eyes were bloodshot, and to my surprise, tears began streaming down her cheeks. Audrey was actually crying. The system prompted, "The regret meter has risen to 50%."

"You wouldn't be the first to be tricked by an evil being, and you won't be the last. Would Deanne want you to make things right?" "Yes," Redford whispered and sighed, "Perhaps I have been using her death as an excuse to avoid the past. I think it's time to reclaim my life, I am tired of despair." Aurelia held out her hand for the brigand, "Let's get our friends back together." The callused hands of Redford took hers, just before he left, he stuffed moss in one ear, "I have another glob ready in case things go wrong. Why didn't you hear the music?"

"I don’t care what problem you have with the Decksons or any other outsiders. Just release the woman you’ve held captive in that hell." Hadeon didn't move; he only stood there, chuckling "See who decided to come home," he said with a sly, mocking grin. "My late brother's prodigal son." He laughed, a dry, hollow sound. "What brought you back home? I thought you ran away with your mother, like a fragile little fearful kid you were." Beside him, Miccalo almost laughed. Almost. ⁴

"Mom... I’m sorry. I’m so sorry." "The Auditor isn't a man, Hope," Clara’s image continued, her amber eyes filled with a tragic wisdom. "The Auditor is the Price of Power. Your father thought he could outrun it. He thought if he made enough money, he could buy a world where the past didn't count. But the past always counts. And the interest is always paid in the people we lose." The Final Bargain The room began to grow dim. The shadows in the corners started to move, stretching toward Hope like ink in water. The Grand Auditor wasn't coming through a door; he was coming through the Silence.