Six Minute Podcast Novels & Stories

Then, I look around to make sure we aren't being watched. "You don't have to be worried about that. Right now, no one else can see or hear us. I made sure of that," he tells me, and I nod slowly. "Go ahead. Tell me everything. Don't even think of leaving anything out," he urges. Taking a deep breath, I begin to tell him everything I know about my situation. When I'm done, West lets out a sigh and rubs his temples. "I've never heard of The Six before. They sound sketchy," he comments.

"The shamelessness of the Adelsons is wild," the neighbor said, flashing his phone. "Don't worry—I recorded everything. If anything happens to Yasmine, the cops will be knocking on your door first." He adjusted his sleeves, smirking. "Mr. Adelson, you're not thinking of stopping me, are you? Hope not—this is a livestream. You do know what that is, right?" The comment section was blowing up, cheering him on. Sebastian just clenched his fists, silent as the guy walked out.

Fiona shoved Ryker in, and I trailed after them. Six years had passed. So much had changed. The sea of roses at the villa entrance had long been torn out. Most of the furnishings inside had been replaced, and everything now belonged to Ryker. There wasn’t a single trace of me left in the entire house. "Fiona, if he never shows up, maybe don’t make things harder on yourself." "No!" Fiona cut him off immediately. "This is what Xavier owes you! Why should he get to hide in there for six years while you ended up crippled?! Xavier will spend the rest of his life making this up to you!"

I sigh resting my head on his chest "Well...” he says staring into space Matt POV: (The time after Matt sent the voicemail) Pressing the speedometer further, Sebastian talks to me through my earpiece "Slow the fuck down there's a bomb underneath your car if you go any faster you'll blow" "Of course, that fucker would do something like that but I thought ahead" I smirk Lucky for me I invested in a man in Japan who changes the interior of cars making it impossible for it to blow up or even feel the impact of a car crash but the outside can and will catch alight after 1 minute

“Do you have anything important to say?” There’s a pause. "When are you coming back to the apartment?" The defensive edge I'm more familiar with returns to her voice. "You haven’t been back in over two months. And the production team for the podcast needs your confirmation for the couple’s segment next week, we have postponed it long—" "Fine. Whatever Lora." I mutter. "I'll try to squeeze your little hobby into my schedule. I have an actual company to run." "Jamie, it’s a top-charting lifestyle show, it’s not a—"