The Only One Left Audiobook Novels & Stories

Cindy asked in surprise. Tim replied, "well, since we don't get to speak so often because you have to work I set our phone conversations to record automatically. Whenever I miss you, I replay them and feel happy and satisfied. On that fateful day, we were on the phone and you sounded quite happy but then a lady came into your office and slammed her hands on the table. It was the first time I heard about the girl called Maya. I would have ended the call but I felt worried. I know you are strong and can take care of yourself but I was still worried because she sounded really angry so I listened in on your conversation and everything got recorded."

And nothing will ever change that. END OF BOOK TWO: DON'T LEAVE

“So silly.” “You, My Dear, are the only one he will listen to,” Dr. Knowles said when she came back with a couple of carrots. “So, I will happily wait for you when it comes to that horse.” Once he was done getting his checkup, Onyx took off for the back field and she chuckled as she watched him run off. “You are so wonderful with him, Trouble,” Raziel said as he came up behind her and wrapped his hands around her stomach. “Thank you,” She smiled as she leaned back into his hold.

"You know not every human is a toy right? " "That's your own perspective, we are going to kill them anyways what's the point of not playing with them if we are going to anyway." the voice said quickly changing to a grave tone and cracking his fingers. "Let's play." the voice muttered and I heard footsteps thumping away to the direction we came for? Are they really gone? How long are we gonna stay here to know they actually are ? They can't be the only people here, they sounded like two what if there are more ahead?

In the silence of the coffee shop, the laptop’s speaker crackled to life, and a voice she’d never heard before — soft, low, and impossibly familiar — spoke one sentence, clear and cold as ice: “She left me unfinished.”

Only the stone remained. "It's over." --- End of Chapter 179

It was the sound of a human heart, beating in 1977, recorded as a message of peace to the stars. The Auditor bowed its head. "The ancestors have spoken," a new voice whispered—a voice that sounded exactly like Julian’s father. And then, the Auditor vanished, leaving behind nothing but a small, golden disc and a choice that would change the 400-chapter saga forever.

She clung to Damian’s hand because the world had no other solid thing to hold. Jonah’s screen flickered. He looked up, and in his eyes there was that mixture of triumph and dread you see in people who solve puzzles that cut. “I’ve isolated a clean audio file,” he said. “I can play it at full bandwidth. But once you hear it, you hear it. No taking it back.” The room contracted into the small space around the laptop. Everyone in the room held their breath like an ocean tides itself for an incoming wave. Jonah clicked and the whisper came through — clearer, singular, unmistakable.

She stood at the terrace staring at the clouds above her. All the things she'd been through and all the secrets, she had to keep started replaying in her head. It wasn't easy for her to behave normally after all she had been through to get this far. To be the lady she is now. All the time she was alone, she always remembered what was happening in her life currently. Even at times when she wasn't alone, she kept on remembering about her life. She heard thud of boots on the floor. She didn't bother to turn around to see who it was. She just wanted to get some fresh air before she could go inside.

That was exactly ten minutes after his performance had started. Clive stood there, frozen. He felt as if all the strength had been drained from his body. The deafening music and cheers from the auditorium seemed to be echoing in his ears, but all he could see was that cold line of text on the flight information screen. Julia really was gone. The velvet box in his pocket dug painfully into him. Slowly, mechanically, he took it out and opened it. Under the harsh white airport lights, the necklace reflected a faint gleam that now looked unbearably ironic.