The Lovely Bones Audiobook Novels & Stories

Then applause. “Beautiful,” the woman with the red lipstick says. “You brought the emotion right out.” Another nods. “You should do audiobooks.” Heat creeps up my neck. I hand the book back to Mom, murmuring a quick “thank you.” The group eventually drifts toward the dining section for light refreshments, sandwiches, fruit skewers, chilled rosé while Mom and I stay seated at a corner. She studies me for a long moment. “How are you doing sweetheart?”

The old woman was making the food, while her husband assisted. “Who are you?” She questioned. “Hello ma’am, I’m Janelle and this my best friend—Ashley,” I introduced. “We were going on a small trip but our car had an issue, and my friend here was starving. I don’t know if there’s any way you can help.” I begged. She studied my expression, then said, “why not? Come in.” Ashley was excited. She walked in, her footsteps ten times faster than mine. The old man gave Ashley bread and then walked over to give me one as I sat down.

I wondered if Grant was keeping her there, and why. I was sprawled on the grass beneath the old sycamore, half-lost in a copy of Folks and Lore I’d pulled from the library. Before, I’d skimmed it like it was fantasy. Now, I read like my life depended on it—because maybe it did. Professor Alester’s lectures weren’t just theories anymore. They were history. “Hey,” a voice cut in behind me. I turned, expecting Lisa—or maybe Adrian. Instead, I saw Raven Ashwood. Of all people.

She took in the scent, smiling widely. "Oh Lord, I'm hungry. This smells divine!" "I imagine it is. I kept Lord Chessley's old cook, Mrs. Filbee. She's a wonder in the kitchens." He took a bite of his currant tart, the sweet taste exploding on his tongue, and took a seat in a chair by the fire. Audrey took the other empty chair, dragging it a little closer to the flames before she ate. She used her fork and knife to eat quickly, but she still managed it with elegance. It was clear she was starving. She used the last bit of her lamb sweetbread to wipe up the juices from the roast beef. Once finished, she put a hand over her stomach.

Her stomach growled but she ignored it, knowing that there was no way he would send food to her that day, she’d better start getting used to going hours or days without food. Phoebe climbed up to her bed, and a soft moan escaped her lips as her back kissed the dressings that caressed her refreshed skin. She turned to the back of the book, and read the synopsis. Satisfied with what she’d read, she turned to the first page and began to read, inhaling the rusty smell of the book in delight. But she hadn't read up to two lines when Lucas pushed the door open.

“I don’t care what you are. I don’t care what they did to you. You’re mine. You’re still mine.” His lips brushed mine, and for a second, it was real—the taste of him, the hunger, the desperate need. My heart clenched with relief. But then I tasted it—ash, blood, something sour that made my stomach twist. I pulled back, gagging. He laughed. Not his laugh. Too sharp, too cruel. “Is this the romance you craved, little witch?” The Bone Seer’s voice poured out of Leofric’s mouth. “The dead don’t return unchanged. They return hungry.”

She sat down behind the bus driver as the doors closed behind her. Ellie pulled out the phone her mom had given her in the car before they had left and turned it on. She scrolled through the apps, noticing a notification indicating she had 3 new text messages. She ignored the notifications and opened the audiobook application. Her finger scrolled through the books loaded on the phone and the books she could d******d. She pulled out the headphones that came with the phone, plugged them in, and scrolled through the preloaded classics on the app. Tears came to her eyes as she saw Pride and Prejudice. She hit play, settled her head against the glass window, closed her eyes, and listen to the soo

Ever since I was young, I knew that my parents' work was unique. My father was a detective who had solved many major cases, while my mother was a forensic artist who was capable of finding clues from the victim's bones. Together, they solved numerous cases. Their most famous one was the White Bone Case five years ago. It was a case about a criminal gang who abducted and killed homeless people before using their bones to smuggle drugs. Since these were real human bones, they could easily avoid being caught by claiming these bones as medical materials.

Untouchable. Judith had never believed in ghosts until Annie McBrown came back from the dead as Annie Yin. That evening, back in her walk-in closet, Judith sat on the plush velvet stool in front of her vanity, eyes locked on her reflection. The soft lighting from the crystal sconces cast a warm glow over the marble counters and mirrored walls, but it didn’t touch her. She had taken off her makeup, scrubbed away every layer of concealer, foundation, and highlighter, yet she hadn’t moved since. Her skin was bare, almost pallid in the low light. Her scarf—silk, white, embroidered with tiny golden leaves—still clung to her neck like a noose.

I have not seen anything that actually is horrific but as I walk, I realise a bright light from somewhere inside and as curious as I am, I follow where the light is coming from. Interesting that there are no guards or something to scare the shit out of me and am starting to thing, damn! This is so damn easy. As soon as I reach where the light is coming from, I let the curiosity get the better of when I spot human bones and some dead animal skeletons. I am starting to lose it the more I see a lot of the skeletons lying there. It looked like the worst version of a butcher's. I have studied those science classes about skeletons and the truth is, nothing is good about them.