The New Jim Crow Audiobook Novels & Stories

The fire in my veins intensified. My consciousness began to spiral into darkness. Strength drained from my body. Even the sting of steel cuffs chafing my wrists raw began to feel distant. Sylvia's voice was sickly sweet, laced with malice. "Look, it's working! Soon everyone will know how vicious this bitch really is!" The men below whispered and pointed. "Goes to show you can't judge a book by its cover. An ungrateful snake like her should be fitted for cement shoes and dropped in the ocean!"

"You've become so cold and heartless. You'd better pray Ian pulls through, or you'll be prepared to feel guilty for the rest of your life." His words were like a pair of hands crushing my heart. My heart ached. He was right—those five years in prison had hardened me. But could I afford not to harden? Prison turned people into demons. Those who were soft-hearted were prey. When I first arrived, my small frame made me a target: beaten, humiliated, forced to kneel, my palms burned by cigarette butts, my legs broken by rebar. Covered in wounds, I was still forbidden to eat. I had to satisfy the twisted demands of certain big guys in there. I lived like a dog in a world without daylight. Any resi

"You think this is over? You think that little boy and his video changed what happens to you?" "It changes everything," I said, meeting his gaze with a steady, bloody smile. "Because now, Jim... everyone knows exactly who the real beasts are." I started to laugh. It was a jagged, wet sound that tore at my throat, but I couldn't stop. I laughed until the chains holding my weight rattled against the slab like a frantic applause. Seeing them—the great Jim Halvorsen and the untouchable Eleanor scrambling like rats in a sinking ship was the best medicine I’d had in years.

Allowing her drag me along the almost deserted corridor, I quickly tagged along behind her as we made our way to the auditorium to welcome her imaginary mate… Our new Alpha. *** The auditorium was filled to the brim by pack members scurrying around to get a glimpse of our new Alpha. I shook my head at teenage girls with heavy make up, giggling in circles they had formed with their respective cliques- they seemed mechanical. “He isn’t here yet so we’re early enough,” I heard Elora whisper beside me; I nodded my head affirmatively and glanced through the crowd frantically. I was fast becoming lightheaded from the excessive screams, giggles, movement of people in and out of the auditorium and t

I had spent the last four hours conducting a mental audit of the masonry. One star, I thought, my head leaning back against the freezing stone. Poor lighting. Zero amenities. The service is aggressive, and the 'open floor plan' is a lie. Would not recommend for a weekend getaway. The sarcasm was the only thing standing between me and the screaming panic clawing at the base of my throat. I was Anya Miller, the girl who had made a career out of being the smartest person in the room, yet here I was, reduced to an orange jumpsuit and a plastic ID bracelet. If ADA Thorne’s tech team didn’t verify the satellite glitch—if they didn’t see that the timestamp on the "confession" audio didn't match the

"Great, Krista, I'm so happy that you finally decided to come back after all these years." The middle-aged man, my Uncle Brian's voice carried a hint of excitement over the phone. Before the call even ended, the bedroom door swung open. Ayden stepped in, bringing with him the sharp, cloying scent of an unfamiliar woman's perfume. "Who were you talking to?" He didn't actually care. When he spoke to me, his gaze was locked on his phone screen, unwilling to give me any attention.

I saw Tasha sitting up straight in the front seat. From: Tasha Veda stupid, what do you mean why not you said you won't be a slave for a man??? To: Tasha Veda does having sex make me a slave to men? Another gasp was heard from Tasha. She almost pulled her own hair because of the shock of just what she had read. "You alright?" Morris asked again and simply glanced at Tasha. "Maybe we need to go to church?" I heard her answer. To: Tasha Veda

Several loud blasts deafened me, but I was lucky, because nobody went inside the room where I murdered the pathetic woman. To end her life, I turned her neck from front to back. A loud crack filled all over the room. After many loud cracks, the earring lady totally became flabby and breathless. I noticed she wasn't totally ugly, because even though she was fat, she has a high nose, a round face, black eyes, and white skin. But what's the value of her beauty if she's dead?

"Remember to come and report for work on the first of the month, Mr. Gavin Carter. And don't be late." After listening to the other person on the line, I responded politely and said, "I understand, and I will be there on time. Thank you." I recalled Jett Leroy's arrogant face this morning as I hung up, and I couldn't stop myself from wanting to laugh out loud. He still didn't know that I'd already found myself a new job at the Audit Commission, and I had already been planning to resign over the next two days anyway.

"If I had thought less of you, I wouldn't have helped you. To me, it doesn't matter if someone is poor or rich. We're all equals." However, she would not listen. She just kept laughing and saying I would be stuck here forever, suffering. … Lucia's words seemed to come true. At this point, I did not think I could ever get out. I did not know what to do. All I did was sit there, day in and day out. When I got unbearably bored, I counted sheep in my head. After three long days, a man showed up that night. He sneaked in through the window while the nurses were asleep and whisked me away in his car.