The Absolutely True Diary Of A Part-time Indian Audiobook

“I wish I had not met you once more” After the tragic death of his fiancee, Cullen Anderson raged a war against death that sent him to the underworld, where the Daimons lived. Cullen found favor in the eyes of Thanatos, the god of peaceful death and made him a grim Reaper as his punishment and his second chance. If he fails, his soul will vanish forever. One hundred souls to go, and mission accomplished, but then he encountered Paige, a Filipino-British model. She is the reincarnation of Cullen’s fiancée, Amari, who was brutally killed almost ten decades ago. She was reborn to torment Cullen’s soul once more. One of the Daimons wanted to erase Cullen in eternity forever. But why? Will history repeat itself? Will Cullen win against the plot of the minor gods? Brace yourself as you read the Grim Reaper's diary! The untold stories of darkness, you have never heard before.

Cerita asli dari apa yang aku alami semasa hidupku, kisah horror yang nyata tanpa penambahan unsur apapun. So yups guys happy reading ️

Arianna Thompson's life was once a fairy tale with her college sweetheart, Julian Saint Clair. But a devastating rumor tore them apart after graduation. Heartbroken, Arianna escaped into a loveless marriage with Ryan, only to find herself trapped in a toxic relationship with two beautiful children, Emily and Jackson. Seven years later, Arianna summons the courage to divorce Ryan and start anew as a single mother. Four years of healing and independence pass before she meets Zander Wells – a kind, responsible, and loving man who reawakens her heart. Just as Arianna considers a future with Zander, her past with Julian threatens to collide with her present. Will she choose a second chance with her first love or forge a new path with the man who healed her heart?

"Hello Bestie.. Kumusta?" sagot ni Roldan sa kabilang linya. "Bestie, help!!!! Hindi ko na kaya" habol ang hininga na sagot ni Carissa. "Bestie, what happened.... Saan ka ngayon pupuntahan kita" natataranta na sagot ni Roldan. Humihikbi na sumagot si Carissa " Dito sa park Bestie.. Please puntuhan mo ako.. Hindi ko na kaya... Nakipaghiwalay na siya sa akin...... Ang sakit...... Sakit.." sumisigok na sagot ni Carissa. Halatang pinipilit na lang nitong magsalita. "Saang Park Bestie??? Please hold on.. Wag mong masyadong isipin ang problema.. Pupuntahan kita diyan promise.. Send mo sa akin ang location mo ok????... Tarantang sagot ni Roldan. Hindi sumagot si Carissa.. Patuloy lang ito sa pagluha. " Hello Bestie naririnig mo ba ako?? Send mo sa akin ang location mo Para napuntahan kita." halos nagmamakaawa na wika ni Roldan. Alam niya kasi na wala sa huwesyo ang kanyang kaibigan baka mapahamak ito. "Bestie please magsalita ka naman. Sige na send mo na sa akin kung saan ka. Paalis na ako.... Nandito na ako sa kotse." wika ulit ni Roldan. Nag-umpisa na din ito magdrive. Maya-maya pa ay nareceived na din niya ang location kong saan naroon si Carissa. Agad niya itong pinuntahan at natagpuan sa isang upuan. Nakayuko ito at halatang hirap sa paghinga. Nang mahawakan ni Roldan ay agad niyang itinaas ang mukha ni Carissa. Nagulat siya sa hitsura nito. Maputla ito at nakapikit na. Bakas sa mukha nito ang mga luha at paghihirap. Agad na niyakap ni Roldan ang kanyang kaibigan. Maya-maya pa ay naramdaman niya itong lumungay-ngay sa kanyang balikat. Bumagsak din ang mga kamay nito. Nataranta si Roldan ng marealized niya na nawalan ng malay si Carissa . Agad niya itong binuhat at isinakay sa kotse. Pinaharurot agad niya papuntang hospital.

Arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, Mafia/cartel romance As the only daughter of the Kansas City capo, at eighteen years of age, I was given to the son of my father’s consigliere, a man who was expected to accomplish great things for the famiglia. Things didn’t go the way we planned. There wasn’t love. My husband was a traitor, taking part in a coup against the famiglia. He’s now dead. I’m free. Until the fateful night my brother, our new capo, informs me that I’ve once again been promised in marriage. He explains that as a childless widow and the daughter of the late capo dei capi, I am desired. Requested. Aléjandro Roríguez is the son of the leader of the Roríguez cartel. My brother married a woman from the cartel, securing the Mafia/cartel alliance. He says that it’s now my turn. I’ve only met my future husband a few times, but I know without a doubt that I don’t like him. Loving him is impossible. I’ve lived in a marriage without love. I won’t do it again. Aléjandro lives a dangerous existence. Death saved me once before. Maybe it will again. Have you been Aleatha’d?

Meet Cameron Ezekiel MacMillan, all six feet, two inches tall. Ice blue eyes that can melt off your panties, and make you fall head over heels in love with him, with a sinfully gorgeous body. Cameron lost his wife five years ago, left alone with two kids; Summer and Spring, five and seven years respectively. All he wanted was a good nanny who wouldn't quit after a month or few weeks, not a purple-eyed woman who would make his heart race like never before. He hated the way she made him feel because he knew that feeling came with a weakness, one he couldn't afford while being the CEO of a multinational company. Meet Ruby Miller, all five foot five tall, with a very sexy figure, even though she wasn't really aware of her shape that way. Rare purple eyes that feel like they are looking into your soul, with kissable lips. Aside from that, losing people and things were her specialty. Five years ago, she had lost her parents, and now, her job, and her boyfriend just broke up with her. Finding a new job to tide over before going to law school was the plan, not falling for her boss. It is a billionaire-nanny story. Enjoy!

At the party for our first wedding anniversary, I hit the floor—face-first on a red carpet, gasping like a fish out of water. Carlo Pipino, my husband, had his arm draped around Gianna Verde, his childhood flame, sipping champagne and laughing. Gianna knew I was allergic to nuts. So, obviously, she bathed everything in hazelnut dressing. One bite and boom—my throat locked, my lungs lit up, and hives popped like confetti. I reached for my allergy meds—came up with a fistful of melted M&Ms instead. Gianna laughed when she saw my face. "Surprise! Carlo swapped your meds. Seriously, Siena, one nut? Dramatic much?" I slid off my chair, wheezing, while the crowd placed bets on how long my "performance" would last. "Carlo... my meds..." I croaked. "Please. I'm gonna die." He sighed, annoyed. "God, you're so dramatic. Why do women always play dead for attention? You know I love you. Just stop this show already." Right then, my heart shattered faster than my lungs could. I stopped begging. Hit the distress signal. Called my real family.

Sohla Kim has everything you could want in life. Born rich and smart, to a family that has status, money, and power, while dominating the investment world. A pre-set betrothment to her childhood best friend, Jyeon Park. The handsome, equally wealthy, and smart, future heir of OLO, their joint family company. An unbreakable bond between two families, a future that looks bright and rosy. Only the perfect picture is only that, and ten years on, alone, holding her head above water, in a loveless marriage laced with tragedy, her entire world is turned upside down. Everything she thought she had and knew comes crashing down one fateful night. New waters, new faces, and a denial of the past will bring her back full circle to really question everything she was born for. Was it always about money? Was she always a tool to elevate Jyeon to higher levels? Did none of them really love her?

On the third day after my death, Eliza Sutton received the call to claim my body. She was resting in another man's arms. She said nonchalantly, "He's dead, huh? Just cremate it and call me afterward." My body was fed to the flames and reduced to ashes. When the staff were done, they contacted Eliza again. Irritation flashed in her eyes as she snapped, "I heard you. I'm on my way."

“No! Please, Santiago--” I whimpered, as his hand seized my wrist with an iron grip, yanking me forward, dragging me effortlessly toward the chair he had pulled into the center of the room the night before. The symbol of my humiliation. He stopped right in front of the chair, spinning me around, facing him. "You want me to be your monster, mi ángel?" His hand grabbed my throat, tilting my chin up until my eyes locked with his dark gaze. I flinched from the sudden movement. "Cause I’ll be your favorite monster — just say the word, cariño." Santiago’s face hovered only inches from mine. His lips so close, I could taste the sweetness of his breath — once making butterflies take flight in my stomach, now curdling my insides into a cold, suffocating fear. Slowly, his free hand rose toward my face. I held my breath. His touch was deceptively soft and gentle, caressing my cheek. His thumb lingered against my lips, tracing them slowly, his eyes fixed there as he spoke — his voice soft, yet heavy with menace. "Divorce is not an option, mi amor. We took a vow five years ago. Remember?" He finally lifted his gaze to meet mine, catching every flicker of fear before he delivered his last words like a verdict: "Till death do us part."