The Book Of Daniel Audiobook Novels & Stories

He was here for me. When we finally settled down into our usual circle, Linda Lively's book was opened, I noticed the way Kael handled his copy. Like it was something worth respecting, worth holding carefully. It made me smile. “Kael,” April said suddenly, her grin mischievous, “why don’t you read for us?” I half expected him to decline. To smirk and shake his head like reading aloud was beneath him. But instead, he nodded. Took the book and cleared his throat.

“Her eyes! Her eyes are open! Nurse! Get the doctor!” Footsteps. Chaos. Everything’s moving too fast and too slow all at once. I want to scream, Stop the recording! Turn it off! but my throat burns, too dry to speak. I won’t close my eyes again. I won’t let them shut me in that darkness where their voices live. A calm voice speaks next. “Hi, Dr. Morelli. I am Dr. Danov. You’ve been in my care for weeks now. If you can hear me, I need you to blink or move.”

And to everyone's surprise, Daniel gave a last greedy look to me but went with her. The End. ***** Find more books by ktish7: More books: patreon.com/ktish7 F*: f*.com/ktish7 I*******m: i*******m.com/ktish7

“I want to hear exactly what you wrote.” Daniel let out a low whistle. “Damn. You’re into voyeurism now?” “Read, Daniel.” The command, low and unyielding, went straight to his cock. He flipped the book open, skimming the messy handwriting. His smirk slipped. “Fine,” he muttered. “Entry one. Monday night. P**n. Two guys going at it, rough, spit everywhere. Got off in like five minutes.” He glanced up. “Happy?” “Keep going.” Daniel swallowed. “Entry two. Tuesday. Tried to watch something softer. Kissing, slow grinding. Got hard, but halfway through… nothing. Dick just died.” His throat tightened. “Had to switch back to rough stuff to finish.”

“Then at the break of the day, the king arose and went in haste to the den of lions. When he came near to the den where Daniel was, he cried out in a tone of anguish and said to Daniel, 'O Daniel, servant of the living God, has your God, whom you serve continually, been able to deliver you from the lions?’ “Then, Daniel said to the King; 'O king, live-forever! My God sent His angel and shut the lions' mouths and they have not hurt me, because I was found blameless before Him and also before you, O King, have done no wrong.' Pastor Kofolori read from his Bible, closing his eyes, his lips trembling and a slow sound coming from his throat.

Daniel remarked as he turned to walk away from the foor. They now have the appearance of a little ant. Extensive, overly large, and a large number of volume books. Only awe could be felt in Amira's chest at the time, no other feelings. In her entire life, she has never seen so many books as she has today. Daniel was already holding books in his hand within a few minutes of their spinning, something Amira was completely unaware of. The books are quite large. Amira wasn't sure if he would be able to finish reading them.

Certainly! Here is Chapter 94 from Daniel’s point of view, with a minimum of 1000 words: Daniel's POV The silence in my office is deafening. No phone calls, no emails, just the faint hum of the city outside my window and the pounding of my own thoughts. I stare at the wall, trying to keep my mind from spiraling, but the truth keeps creeping in an ugly, relentless truth I’ve been avoiding for weeks. Edwin’s confrontation in the rain haunted me. His eyes, his anger, his pain they all reflected my own. But beneath that, beneath the betrayal and the heartbreak, there’s something else I need to face. Something I’ve kept buried, even from myself.

I entered my birth date and the huge door gave way for us, we entered into the mighty and giant bookshelves, somewhere you might need a ladder that has a height of an actual skyscraper to reach. “There are billions of books in here, how the heck are we gonna know the exact one?” Daniel asked touching the books and with the tip of his fingers “Probably some old worn-out books” I replied from the other side of the library "Everything here already looks worn out” Jasper rolls his eyes “Then look for the one that is mororn out” “I think I’ve got it” Daniel screeches bringing out a large dusty book from the shelf and dropping it on the table. I walk towards the table and examine it, he was right,

Daniel walked for hours around the city. He was determined to go anywhere other than back to the Bostonian. He had so many things running through his head. His father sends Wyatt to see if he can be saved and stop the war that both sides have been waiting for. Elizabeth and him having a son and he’s eleven, and his life's in the same danger as Elizabeths. Daniel just wanted to walk away from all of this. How he wished that it had been Wyatt that was Forsaken instead of him. He felt everything way too much to be cut out for this job. These twelve years of soul collecting. So many souls collected for a war that might never happen. So many people sacrificed for what.

Darius flipped through the book reading some things. "Yet, he was found around the area a little far from his home many times, reading this diary as you said that contain some insane stuffs can only mean that he is a major suspect." Darius concluded and only hoped he was very right. Daniel combed his hair in frustration walking around further. He had been restive throughout the night taking his anger out at anything that gave him privilege to. "How did you manage to get hold of this diary?" Darius signalled to the book that he had just finished flipping through.