Stolen Focus Audiobook Novels & Stories

Maybe I’d wake up soon and laugh about it. But the faint sound of footsteps in the hall told me this was real. And somewhere below, I could still hear his voice — low, commanding — speaking to one of his men. “Make sure she’s safe. No one goes near her. Until I say so.” I pressed my forehead against the cold wood of the door, fighting the tremor in my voice as I whispered, “What do you want from me?” But there was no answer. Only silence. And the heavy, suffocating feeling that my life had just been stolen by the man who believed I was someone else.

There was so much I had to protect and keep going. Eventually, I got to my phone. It had heated up so much from its time in the sun that it burned against my ear when I tried to make a call. I cursed out loud from the pain. That’s when I realized how pissed I was, I needed to blow off steam, so I drove myself to Caine’s pack instead. Audrey’s POV

He’d finally gotten close to Amanda—and at the critical moment, disaster struck. Robin: “…” He had never seen his master so eager to return home. --- Meanwhile, in another room, Ted stirred from sleep. His phone buzzed nonstop on the nightstand. Half-asleep, he fumbled to answer. “Hello?” “Boss—the chip’s been stolen.” His drowsiness vanished. “Wasn’t it already sold? Who took it?”

Dennis had not merely loose a pawn on us; he’d stolen someone irreplaceable. My legs worked mechanically as I moved through the chaos. I wanted to tear through maps and plaster plans on walls and throw myself at whoever had taken her. The thought of her quiet voice, the way she’d mock Abel or teach me to make coffee that actually tasted like coffee, seared me. It was personal now. The game had just become mercilessly intimate. Halstrom’s voice cut through the noise in a commanding, precise manner. “They slipped past once. They won’t again.” His words were supposed to settle nerves; they sounded like rationed breaths.

--- "My first instinct was to find the intruder." --- A pause. --- "My second instinct was to understand them." --- Another pause. --- "The second instinct was worse." --- Silence. --- Because everyone listening knew exactly where that path led. --- "I discovered something uncomfortable." --- The recording crackled softly. --- "The person I was looking for wasn't behaving like a thief." --- Noah leaned forward. --- "Wasn't behaving like a spy." --- Another pause. --- "Wasn't behaving like an enemy." --- Jasper exhaled slowly.

Her eyes snapped up to mine, her lower lip quivering slightly as she murmured, “But it’s—” “It’s not,” I insisted, sipping my whiskey. “I’m glad to see you so passionate about it. It’s just surprising to hear you talk so much, that’s all.” “Oh.” Audrey paused, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she fiddled with her fingers in her lap. Then, lowering her voice slightly, she leaned in a bit closer. “I have you to thank, really. If you hadn’t brought me in here, I never would have been able to prove that Linda stole my design.”

"The forensic audit? Yes, probably. We have the Utterance's endorsement, Mercy's Ledger access, and the Hollowsmith's architectural blueprints. We can document and legitimize most of the irregularities." "Most?" "There is one irregularity that we cannot legitimize. The big one. The reason the auditor was imprisoned in the first place." "Which is?" Ben's voice dropped. "The universe itself. The auditor reviewed the previous universe and found it bankrupt. It recommended liquidation. The Absence overruled the recommendation by compressing the auditor and creating a new universe on top of its prison. From the auditor's perspective, this universe is an unauthorized asset created from the proceed

Jude The next morning, I wake with a weight pressing down on my chest. My body feels heavy, but my mind won’t rest. I spent most of the night turning from side to side, haunted by every mistake I have made. Isabel is gone, I threw her out of my life, but even with her out of the picture, peace doesn’t come. Because the truth is, my greatest mistake was not Isabel. It was losing Seline.

She forgot the names of bones, the names of heart medicines. “Stay focused!” Gabe shouted from behind. He didn’t follow them inside. “Keep your mind on the seed! Remember the Hunger!” Then, in the golden steam, a shape formed—the Auditor. Not a student or a businessman now. He was made of glowing metal, eyes spinning like clocks. “You’re late for the harvest, June Avery,” the Auditor boomed. His voice was a thousand metal pipes crashing together. “The dough has risen. The world’s ready to be eaten.”

I didn’t want to take that, but if I’d returned it, they’d have taken the cost out of my hide. My guts gurgle. I’m gonna hurl. Over by the circulation desk, Brody and his crew have noticed the excitement. Brody surveys the library, his close-set piggy eyes narrowing on us at the back tables. Bevan slouches down in his chair. “Fuck. Who stole what?” The scavengers at the next table over eye us. “Don’t bother,” Brody says to Brynn. “We know where it is.” His fat nostrils flare.