The Only One Left Audiobook Novels & Stories

Then, slowly, I pressed accept. For a moment, there was only static, faint, distant, like breathing through broken speakers, then a voice came through. It sounded icy and distorted. “You’re the last one left…” I froze. The voice paused, almost as if it was listening to her silence, savoring it. “…or not.” The line went dead. I still held the phone close to my ears when the light began to flicker before going off, leaving me standing in pitch darkness.

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His hair was streaked with premature grey, and the sharp edge of his ambition had been replaced by a quiet, desperate penance.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.

I won't allow her anymore to fool her. "Please don't do this to us." She begs again. "I've had enough Audrey." I spat over the phone. "Please. Don't do anything that'll hurt Hugo." I hang up. - - - END OF BOOK ONE. Author’s Note: Thank you for reading!

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 know you're heartbroken, but you can't do this to me. "Jennie said she called me 30 times that day," Eugene said. "You were the one who volunteered to hold my phone the entire day. Did you really not hear it ring?" Haley finally panicked, and her voice carried a hint of tears. "I'm sorry. I might have accidentally turned it off." He continued, "She waited for me for ten hours that day, and I couldn't even remember her correct station. We're both such selfish people, Haley. "And now she's left. She doesn't want me anymore."

, Cynthia confirmed, looking at me with skepticism. "Yes. I was in the middle of telling him what happened. I don't want to forget where I was", I explained. "I will remember where you were", he assured me. I shook my head. "I want to get this over with", I said. I could see the reluctance in his face as he took his seat. "You remember feeling as if you were being watched", he recited, to refresh my memory. "Right. I had my headphones in, but no music playing. So, I could hear what was going on around me", I said, moving to stand for pictures.

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.