The Only One Left Audiobook Novels & Stories

“We improvise it live.” Pauly handed her a slim, battered paperback—Mockingbird, cover worn, pages gutted to hold a wafer-thin transceiver and a micro-SD slot. “Your new copy. Same weight as the real one. Press the title twice if you’re burned; it wipes your last three hours and plays an audiobook. Press the author twice and it pings us with location.” She slid the book into her tote without looking. “And if I press the spine?” “It complains about being objectified,” Pauly said.

I am here for my pigeon. "You are the only one for me, wife. My only one". *** Sick. Sick. Sick. I hope you are enjoying the book. Please support me with comments and *rewards*. Thank you Buh bye.

My vision started to blur as I slowly lost my breath and the last things I could hear were the sounds of mixed footsteps, the sound of a panicked crowd, and the police's commanding voice. If only I remained silent, maybe the two of us could have been happy.

I picture his hands, his body, and before I know it, I’m lost in the memory, my fingers moving faster as I give in to the moment. And then I hear it. "That’s it, little deer, move those fingers quicker." The words are low, almost like a groan. My eyes fly open in shock, and my heart stops. Did I just hear that? I hit the rewind button, replaying the last 20 seconds of the audiobook, but it’s not there. There’s no trace of those words. I replay it again, just to be sure, but still… nothing.

- Bishop HyunWan I ask heaven that this being remains in its confinement. May no one invoke them, may no one call them. It's terrible. - Archbishop Michael Mic. May God have this book under His feet, and may no one, absolutely no one, come across it. If that happens, I sense that it will go wherever it is and the unimaginable will happen. - Speaker Mark Tack The book closed abruptly, startling him. That last entry, that name, that speaker was the one who passed away three years ago. That speaker whom very few know the reason for his death, no one knows exactly what went through his mind when he decided to end his life in front of an entire mass.

Mom and Dad have been divorced for ten years. One day, I come across a discussion thread. "Are all children of divorce having it hard?" I join the discussion. "Not always. Personally, I'm living pretty decently. After my parents' divorce, my sister and I were separated—one of us went to live with our paternal grandparents, and the other with our maternal grandparents. "For the last ten years, my parents have visited me once a year. Although they usually only stay for a few days, I can tell that they still love me." Within a minute, someone replies to my comment. "Girl, are you sure? My parents are divorced as well, but they can't bear to leave me at all. I've been with them since I wa

"An heir to a multi-billion empire with a nobody, now that's scandalous." "You have quite an imagination, Chad. Maybe you use it and stop being a gold digger." I beckon. "Maybe I will." The way he says it, makes me shudder. He gives me one last stare before leaving. My Audi is seated on the parking lock I unlock it and get comfortable behind the wheel. I had missed it. I smile at myself victoriously, I was able to go through with step one of my plan. I now hope the book, 'How to make him yours' I bought on A****n works.

I spoke. "Unlike a b*stard like you," Auden muttered under his breath. Ma was the first to react and asked, "Do you know my son?" Her eyes blazed at Auden who sat back in a relaxed manner. "No," Auden responded. "I don't know him at all." Mikael scolded Auden, "You either shut up and behave or leave the room." There was pin-drop silence and then Mikael proceed to announce, "I am here to execute the last will of the late Morrice Calisto."

I said, trying to free my leg but failing. "The only thing you can do now is to come clean about all the terrible things you've done in the past. Every single one of them."

" Cindy sat on her bed and closed her eyes. She was not going to open the door for Jack because what she saw was very clear. Meanwhile, Jack suddenly recalled something. He had set his phone in such a way that his calls would be recorded automatically and that meant that even the call Maya made to him had been recorded. He took out his phone from his pocket and searched for Maya's recorded call. When he found it, he quickly forwarded it to Cindy. Cindy unlocked her phone when she saw a notification from Jack and wondered if he wanted to assure her of his love once again. Wasn't he already tired of doing that? She realized it was an audio and listened to it. It was a conversation between Maya