Stolen Focus Audiobook Novels & Stories

Its faceless helmet regarded us, and for a fleeting, terrifying instant, I felt its attention lock onto me, onto Lina, with a new, chillingly specific focus. We were no longer an unscheduled narrative. We were thieves. And we had just stolen from the most secure collection in all of existence. The jump field seized us, and the Archive vanished. We fell through time once more, a stolen seed-craft hurtling into the unknown, the vengeful eyes of the cosmic curators burning a hole in our wake.

The thief continued to sink deeper in the ground. He was trapped in a quicksand! "Would you mind passing me over that piece of stick over there?" Said the thief as he ushered Audrey in the direction where his wand landed using his pouting lips. His voice was unsurprisingly calm as if he was not the one being swallowed by the ground. On the other hand, Audrey's battle instinct started to die down, she stared blankly at the handsome guy slowly sinking at the ground before her eyes.

That book, the one containing the information about the person who could erase this mark. Gone? A lump formed in my throat. “W-was it stolen?” I blurted. Irene let out a sigh. Her eyes flicked toward Frederick sharply, “Told you, I may be old but I’m not delusional. I knew my book was stolen even before your guards began their so-called investigation.” Frederick’s jaw clenched tighter. Who would steal it? Who was trying to sabotage this? Someone knew and wanted to stop us. “Thank the Goddess we weren’t too late,” Irene murmured in relief.

"Didn't you say my mom scraped together fourteen thousand three hundred dollars for you? Where's the money?" His lips moved, but nothing came out. "Spent it all?" He dropped his head. "You had a lot to say before. Said I lost to you, said you won. What about now?" He was on the ground, sobbing so hard he could barely breathe. "Nathan, I was wrong... So wrong... I shouldn't have stolen your money, shouldn't have taken your scholarship... Just let me off..." I stood up and looked at him. "Kevin, the problem isn't that you stole my money or took my scholarship. The problem is you thought the world would always be on your side. The problem is you thought my parents would always have your back. T

"We destroyed the Soundstage. We bypassed the Studio. We’ve reached the final layer of the stack: the Interface between the story and the person holding the device." Julian looked up into the infinite dark. He didn't look like a billionaire; he looked like a glitch in the sky. "You can hear us, can't you?" Julian shouted into the void. "You’ve been watching the audit from the beginning. You’ve been paying for the chapters, waiting for the 'Face-Slapping,' waiting for the 'Happy Ending.' But you didn't realize that every time you turned a page, you were giving us Permission." The Internal Schism: The Fourth Wall’s Ransom

"The person who deserved to hear that can no longer hear anything. Because of you, she lived her whole life without a clean identity. After she died, even a cemetery application was delayed because her records had already been stolen by you." Henry's shoulders trembled violently. From downstairs, sirens began to rise, one after another, growing closer.

And even though I still couldn’t clearly see their face— I felt it. That gaze. Locked onto mine. Unyielding. “I came,” they said slowly, “To take back what was stolen.” My breath caught. Stolen…? Before I could ask— The heartbeat surged one last time. Loud. Overwhelming. And then— Everything went black.

The man begins to ramble looking down at the clipboard, but as he spoke, more people showed up which meant the worried voices only got louder. I may have been out in the open, but it felt as though imaginary walls around me began to close in, growing darker and louder with each second. The man who stood in front of me still spoke, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying as my breathing picks up with how crazy this all felt for me. Someone walks up breaking me from my trance in a sense, he pulls me to the side of him, so the man was now face to face with them and not me.

"Oh Keith, you can't imagine how happy I feel. I never like the thought of young women being left alone in the world. Tabitha is so lucky you live here." Keith smiled kindly at Linda but then glanced at Tabitha. The guy stared intimately, and his hint was clear. He would stay until he had her consent regarding the child in Tabitha's womb. "I have to go now to bring my groceries in. I was just getting back from shopping when I saw a really cool car. What's it called?" This time Linda was at a loss for words. "Jeep." Jace continued "Jeep! Yes … very manly. Perfect for the virile Keith." Linda answered, and Tabitha groaned inwardly.

he rushed to his car, roared his engine, and drove away. I moved upstairs and find the room neatly arranged in order. I sat on the bed flabbergasted. I thought "Am I not imagining things?" I couldn't believe Chad and me in one roof. My man, my dreams! Whoa! I reached for my phone to call my best friend Bella. “Hello, Alle? care to share something?” she was lively. “Bella, you won’t believe what I have to tell you,” I said. “What is it? She responded curiously.