Stolen Focus Audiobook Novels & Stories

I smile hoping if I repeat that Asher and all of those men that were fighting to keep us safe would deal with those people, none of us would need to worry. “But how do we not worry?” Another asks me standing up and walking into the middle of the room, all of them still in their pyjamas, this telling me they all must have been tucked up in bed when all of this started. “There are many things we can do to stop the scared feelings, I know a story that my mummy told me when I was younger to stop me worrying about monsters, would you like me to tell you it too?” I ask looking at all of them which did peak their interests, a few begin to walk over and sit in front of me to listen, after a little w

"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.

Anthony had Faith, and Phil had no one. Phil had been so focused on his career that he had neglected his personal life. He had always thought that material possessions would bring him happiness. But they never did. And when he saw how happy Anthony was with Mayra, he decided to steal her from him, thinking she'd make him feel loved. And when that fell apart, he gave up on love altogether. But now, standing in his loft, he realized that love and warmth couldn't be bought with money or stolen from someone else.

I hear him call after me in a singsong voice as I make my way down the stairs and I roll my eyes. By the time I'm in my car and headed off to who the hell knows where, I begin to wonder once again just who the cloaked man is. Clearly, he must have some sort of status to possess so much money, but I didn't recognize his voice. Nearly an hour later, I reach my destination, a couple of broken-down looking warehouses, and I can't but wonder who would stash anything of any value here. I park my car somewhat cautiously, then climb out into the cold night air, resisting the urge to shiver. "Okay," I say aloud as I slowly make my way across the yard, which is littered with pieces of trash and random

Or rather, the life of my future career in media. I wanted to call his bluff. But even I could tell that every word he said, he meant. So, I stood there, and watched him call me a thief. I watched him say that fucking ridiculous proposal that would be my ticket to redemption –at least for stealing his Rolex watch eight years ago. I learned to cope with the guilt over the years. The guilt of stealing that hot stranger’s wristwatch. That hot stranger that fucked me so good that I – I shook the thought away instantly. No. I wasn't going to go there.

I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. The silence in the compendium pressed harder now. It wasn’t the quiet of emptiness. It was the kind that listened. The kind that waited. My fingers hovered over the page again. *Breaking the Curse.* The words felt heavier this time. Because now I knew. It wasn’t just incomplete. It had been stolen. My pulse quickened at the thought. Someone had been here. Someone who knew exactly what this book held. Someone who knew exactly what to take. And more importantly—

His voice rolled out calm, deep, and steady—the voice of a man in total control of the narrative. "The audio played at the gala was a deeply manipulated, out-of-context piece of media," Ethan said, his dark eyes locking directly into the camera lens. "It was stolen and edited by bad actors attempting to extort the Blackwood family." He reached over, taking Aurora’s trembling hand into his own. He held it firmly, presenting a united front to the world.

Even if her mind was more preoccupied with thoughts of Lucas. These deltas just kept droning on and on… “...a quarter of a million worth of product,” the delta said. Ayla blinked. “Oh. Wow. That is quite a lot.” She should have been listening better. “Good job! Quite the profit.” The delta blinked. “Quarter of a million was stolen!” Ayla opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again. “Oh, right. Yes, of course. Have you alerted the local authorities?” The delta bristled, hands curling into fists against the stable. “Have you not been listening? No one is doing anything about this! Where is our Alpha?”

"Eleanor, have you thought this through? This project requires total isolation. Once you head off, you won't be able to see your family." Jonathan Hensley's words pulled me back from my thoughts. My eyes were still damp. A lot had happened at home these past few days—nothing everyone at the institute didn't know about. I, Eleanor Shaw, was a fraud. "I know this incident has hit you hard, but you shouldn't act rashly. This concerns your life."