Novel & Cerita The Arrangement Audiobook

Xavier said to me. "I'm Riley"I said with a smile. "I'm your husband's favorite person in the world"Alan said. "Yeah you wish"Xavier said. "Honey I've been searching for you"A beautiful blonde pregnant lady said walking towards us. "Oh hello Xavier"she said. "Hi Athena"Xavier said. "Riley this is Athena Alan's wife Athena this is Riley my wife"Xavier introduced. "Hi"we both said together. "So its true that you settled down"Athena said sitting down on the chair Alan pulled out for her.

Good, I take that as a green light for our plan, I said to myself inwardly. Brandon looked like a badass in his double-breasted suit and his hair was stretched and packed to the back. I was proud of Kace’s effort. They walked to sit down and Brandon came to sit on the empty seat next to me while Kace sat with his parents and I. When Brandon sat next to me I purposely called him loudly so that everyone could hear. “ Hey Brandon, why are you late? “ I said intentionally and when I did I saw almost all the students gasping, surprised to see that it was Brandon. Bianca’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor when she heard it was Brandon.

Adaeze arrived an hour before the event began. The room was already set up — chairs arranged in the particular configuration of an intimate gathering rather than a formal one, not rows facing a stage but a loose oval that allowed the people in it to see each other as well as the speaker. There was a table at the front with a microphone and a copy of the book and a glass of water, but the table was positioned not above the chairs but at the same level, part of the oval rather than elevated from it. Someone had understood, in the arrangement of the room, exactly what kind of event this was supposed to be.

KELLAN’S POV A place dealing in no loud conversations, some sort of restaurant where everybody had a title and every smile was some calculated chess move, the soft clinking of cutlery against the porcelain hummed in like the underscore as I adjusted my cuffs and leaned back into the chair.

Gunsyn orders. I hesitate momentarily, and Alexander follows closely behind me, his gun trained on my back. The door closes behind the three of us, plunging us into total darkness. I stop in my tracks, waiting for my eyes to adjust. Alexander pushes me roughly forward, and I stumble a little. I catch my balance and continue walking. A faint light appears up ahead, illuminating a narrow concrete block hallway. I follow the light. The sound of our footsteps echoes off the floor. As we reach the end of the hallway, another door opens, and we step into a medium-size room. I look around and see that the walls are lined with shelves full of hardcover books. In the center of the room are a long met

I heard the car before I saw him. The low rumble of the engine pulling into the front drive, then the particular sound of that specific door closing. I'd learned the difference between Niccolò's car and the others without meaning to. I was sitting on the window seat at the end of the upper corridor with the notebook in my lap. I hadn't moved from that spot in forty minutes. I'd told myself I was studying. I wasn't studying. I heard his voice downstairs first, low and brief, giving some instruction to whoever received him at the door. Then footsteps. Niccolò's were different from the guards too. Unhurried but deliberate. Like every step was a decision.

The arrangement is the visible trying. ---

I kept my eyes on her face, studying her expression, Ares was calm despite the pain, watching her as she worked. Her eyes met mine once she was done. Her blue eyes intoxicating, addicting to look at and admire. Ares’s chortle was heard by her and she frowned in confusion before realizing that it was a sound made by a wolf when happy or satisfied, sounding somewhat like a gentle purr. However, my next word escaped my mouth for I could stop it, making her frown in confusion. “Mine”

Just as he entered the room, he halted as he noticed the old man going through his shelf of numerous books. He turned quickly as he noticed Ben, and dangled a piece of literature in his hands. "Ah, this used to be one of my favorites back in the day." The elderly man's hoarse voice echoed through the room, and a faint smug appeared on his face as he let his hands down, seemingly perusing through the crisp pages of the hardcover. "I noticed your books are re-arranged alphabetically, that's an odd way to organize books, That's this many."

We looked at each other worried. "Yeah." he hissed. I just shrunk back into the seat further more. After few seconds, he calmed down. Soon we hit the road. Again, Finally we reached the place. We were in Tiffany & Co. The place looked fabulous and expensive. I could keep looking at the place without blinking. I heard someone cleared their throat. I turn around and come to face with someone's chest. I tilt my head up and see the scary man looking down at me. I quickly moved out of his way.