The Only One Left Audiobook Novels & Stories

They headed to the isolated room leading to the washroom. As they turn left and got closer to the area, they heard an ear-splitting voice accompanied by the deep growling sound of a beast. Audrey: LISTEEEEEENNN!!!... I am alone at the crossroad... I am alone in my own world!!! And I try and try! Nero: Yeah Audrey: To say what's on my mind! Nero: yeah, break it down! yow!

Eryx whispered, his carnal crimson eyes locking onto mine. "The 200th," I said, a small, genuine smile touching my lips. "The one where we finally find out what happens after the 'The End'." I looked at Leo, who was already looking toward the horizon, his indigo runes glowing with the light of a world that was finally, truly Un-Written. The Audit is a Ghost. The Asset is an Architect. The North is a Legacy.

His hair was streaked with premature grey, and the sharp edge of his ambition had been replaced by a quiet, desperate penance. He was here for one thing: Lot 402. It was a vintage, hand-painted wooden train set—the "Golden Express." It was the last piece George Miller, a legend in toy industry, had crafted before dying. It was the only toy Leo had ever asked for and Harry had promised to buy for his fifth birthday but "forgot" because Claire had wanted a weekend in Paris. "We start the bidding for Lot 402 at fifty thousand dollars," the auctioneer announced. Harry raised his paddle immediately. "One hundred thousand."

“Tomorrow, we start the final audit. We’re going to scrub every cent of this empire until it’s so clean it blinds them.” “And after the audit?” I asked, my eyes fluttering shut. “After the audit, we find out what happens when the war actually ends.” I fell asleep to the sound of his heart beating against my ear, a steady, grounding rhythm. But even in the depths of exhaustion, a small voice in the back of my mind was whispering. The war was over, but the silence felt... off. It was too quiet. “Sebastian... wake up,” I whispered hours later, the moonlight now gone and the room bathed in a pre...dawn gray.

The elders exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of what to make of the scandal unfolding before them. "Who says I'm without proof?" I smirked, pulling out a digital recorder. "Here's the juicy bit of Derick and Jasmine's midnight rendezvous from last night. While they played me for a fool, the kid they thought was mine was burning up with fever all alone in his bed!"

I nodded my head as I stared at the drawing before me. "It looks like a picture, Ames", Katy whispered, peaking over my other shoulder. "I agree", Jaxon uttered. I sighed as I pushed the book into the Chief's hands. "It's a perfect, still image of a memory", I smiled grimly. "I'll have it digitally scanned and get you your book back", he assured me, as he continued to stare at the page.

His company, dragged down by its scandal-ridden CEO, had crumbled, its former glory long gone. Even across the bustling crowd, I could see his lips moving, as though trying to say something. But I had already turned away, stepping onto the plane without hesitation, leaving it all behind for good.

He stared blankly, as if the ground had quietly dropped out beneath him. Next to him, Chloe noticed his face turning pale. She tilted her head. "What's wrong? You feeling sick?" He didn't answer at first. His mind had emptied. Words were sluggish to form. Finally, he muttered, "Alyssa left me… She really left." He thought she might comfort him. Instead, she stifled a laugh, then let it out anyway. "Isn't that great news?" she said brightly. "If she hadn't gotten in the way back then, we wouldn't have had to break up. Now that she's gone, we can finally be together, openly and honestly."

As if it had only just occurred to her that I could feel pain. Mirella’s voice shook when she spoke next. “That slap… was his face still swollen? Did anyone even put ice on it?” Only a few hours had passed since the truth came out, but by then she already sounded older. Serafina said only one thing. “He’s gone.” Her voice was stripped bare. “I can’t find him.” That was when Mirella finally broke down. Viola lowered her head and cried in silence. Only Lucian still had that same poison in him. Even then, even after being exposed, he could not fully believe he had lost.

that left him speechless. END OF VOLUME TWO