The Lovely Bones Audiobook Novels & Stories

Want me to bring you something back? Realizing I sounded no different than usual, Lucas visibly relaxed. A voice message came through immediately. Lucas: [No need. Just buy whatever you like to eat. Love you.] I stared at the words "Love you" beneath the voice transcription and felt sick to my stomach. When I looked back at Lucy, she had already composed herself and was trying to strike up a casual conversation with me. Idiot. I ignored her completely, turned, and walked out of the bakery before dialing my father's number.

It is the coldest cell in the entire compound, lined with enchanted silver that completely dampens and blocks all magic. Audrey is huddled in the far corner, shivering violently on the bare stone floor. She looks repulsive. Her once beautiful blonde hair is matted, caked with black dirt and dried sweat. The stench hit me a mile away, but up close, it is unbearable. The sharp, acidic smell of stale vomit floods my nostrils. I instantly avert my eyes, my stomach heaving. I have to swallow hard to keep my own breakfast down. "Oh, you pitiful child," Love says, her voice dripping with artificial sympathy.

I wasn’t even sure if he’d gotten everything settled with his frat brothers when he drove me to the airport in the morning. I tried to let those thoughts fade away while on my flight home. I put in my earbuds and decided to listen to one of the smutty werewolf audio books Hana has gotten me hooked on, Alpha Gray by CJ Primer, with Theo and Maddie as narrators. The book is HOT, and Theo’s voice… yeah, it makes for an enjoyable two-and-a-half-hour flight. I love how he changes his voice when speaking for each Alpha. Hana told me they’ve done the narration for the rest of the series, and I can’t wait to listen.

I couldn't help finding the money offensive. Leah was pleased when she heard I had completed my part of the plan. That night, she came to my apartment with two big shopping bags. "I knew I was right about you, Seth!" I gave a bitter chuckle. Leah then showed me what was inside the shopping bags. Once I got a close look at the bag's contents, I couldn't help but exclaim, "Holy shit." There were black, white, and various colored lace pairs of underwear. Not only that, but the bags also had certain clothing that could make one's blood boil with excitement.

I felt like a queen and a prisoner all at once. In the center of the cavern, a spit was turning over the roaring flames. A large hunk of meat—a deer haunch, by the look of it—was roasting. The scent was overpowering. Fat dripped into the coals, hissing and sending up plumes of savory smoke. My stomach roared. It wasn't a polite rumble; it was a painful, twisting cramp of hunger so violent it nearly doubled me over. I hadn't realized how empty I was until the smell hit me.

Judy chewed on a piece of bone Like it was a flute. She savored the dangling strips of meat, even making sure to suck all the bone marrow out of the calcium. she couldn't care less how she looked like doing it. she had never felt so hungry, so thirsty, in her entire life. and for her to be offered a dinner that exquisite, she could not pass it on.The spicy condiments stuck to her cheeks and chin, he regularly wiped them off.

The bag was full of dry, yellowed strands of fallen hair. Julian opened the diary with shaking hands. *Tried the new drug today. It hurt so bad. Every bone in my body was shaking. The doctor said my liver can't take much more. But Julian's leg can't wait any longer. I have to earn more money.* *Tonight Julian brought me a baked potato. So warm and sweet. I told him I'd already eaten, but the truth is I hadn't had anything all day. Watching him enjoy it made everything worth it. Even if I die someday, as long as his leg gets better, I'd do it all again.*

No one has found the bodies yet, though, so theres still a lingering hope out there that they're alive. I sigh as I crawl under the thick quilt, flicking on the lamo beside me as I pull out my latest find at Barnes and Nobels: The Winter Garden by the famous Kristin Hannah. This woman's books are truly amazing. Then, after an hour long reading session, I find my eyes beginning to shut against my will, so I set down the book on the bedside table and shut off the lamp. ~ The next morning...

Around midnight she reached the section describing Meher's gradual decline. The whispers. The forest. The growing suspicion. The fear. A knot formed in her stomach. She kept reading. Then came the murder. The rain. The clearing. Meher's final words. I have only loved you. Aisha closed the notebook abruptly. The room felt too warm. For several moments she simply sat there staring at nothing. The tragedy struck harder than she expected. Not because it was real. Because it wasn't. Somehow that made it worse. A fictional murder should not have felt devastating.

Hand on the knob. The house burned behind her, slowly, elegantly. The kind of fire that didn’t destroy, only reminded you what had already been lost. She didn’t look back. Didn’t breathe. Didn’t cry. She turned the handle. The door creaked open. And behind it, There was no sky. No ground, Just a single chair. Facing away from her. Someone sat in it. Reading, A book made of bone. Their voice hummed. And the page they read out loud was Chapter 101.