The Seven Year Slip Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

I called after her. “Do you know what today is? It is our seventh wedding anniversary.” Vera stopped, and her voice sounded flat and calm. “I know. Austin kept pushing, and I did not want to make him sad.” The door shut behind her with a sharp click, and their voices drifted back through the wall. One of them said, “Stupid rainy day. It got my sneakers all dirty.”

he said, his voice low and almost mocking. “Does it really matter that much to you, Alana? You were drunk. Things happen. Whether it was real or just your imagination doesn’t change anything now.” His words hit me like a cold splash of water. I opened my mouth to protest, but he raised a hand, silencing me before I could speak. “Listen carefully,” he continued, his tone turning serious and commanding. “Right now, the only thing you need to focus on is your new role. For the next seven days, you belong to me completely.”

As he turned toward his study, he asked over his shoulder, "By the way, you were calling me like a maniac the other day. What was that about?" I buried the cold deadness in my eyes. "Nothing. I just wanted to know if you were coming home for dinner." The moment the door clicked shut, my phone rang. It was Professor Clark. "Selena, I received your confirmation. You realize that once you join the Lausanne Institute, there’s no turning back. Are you certain?" "I've never been more sure." Professor Clark sounded delighted. "Excellent. I’ll have a team pick you up in seven days."

“Then follow my voice. Let it take you back to the night when everything went wrong. Follow the sound of my voice, Sloane. At seven, you will fall into a deep sleep, and when I snap my fingers, you will wake up to the night it all happened.” Isabelle’s voice lowers to a near whisper. It's smooth and slow like a lullaby, making my eyes close. “Seven… you’re safe.” “Six… breathe in.” “Five… breathe out.” Each number dulls the edges of the room. The blood on Noah’s shirt. Lian’s smug face. Aunt Aurella’s wicked eyes. They all blur like fog on glass. “Four…” My limbs feel heavy. I can't move even if I wanted to.

Magnus' slap sent a spinning wave through my head, stripping away whatever dignity and hope I had left. I broke down, my sobs consuming me as my vision blurred with tears. I clawed at my hair in a frenzy, my voice raw as I screamed in agony, "How could you hit me? I'm the one who was promised to you! You've all betrayed me! You've never seen me as part of this family! You've always wanted me out of your lives! Would you be happy if I just died?"

Hearing Angel say those words made Seven's lips curve into a smile. “Plus I don't want you to slap me. I like my cute face like this.” “You already talk like a senior sister, you fool.” “That's because sense is not in age.” “You must be moving mad!” Seven slapped her back playfully.

"My name is Sloane. I represent the 'Clean Slate Initiative.' We believe the Great Audit was a mistake a chaotic disruption of the global order." ​"The 'Order' was a lie built on stolen identities," I said, stepping out from behind the press. "The Audit gave people back their lives." ​"The Audit gave them a burden they aren't prepared for," Sloane replied, stepping closer. "Responsibility is a heavy weight, Aara. We’re here to lighten it. Give us the childhood journals. Give us the formula for the solvent, and you and Mr. Thorne can stay in your little stone cage forever."

To the contradicting emotion from the smile, HE bares the perfect music reflected it all. “LUST, GREED, GLUTTONY, ENVY, SLOTH, WRATH, and PRIDE.” Whispering the name of the sin that represents the seven books ‘He’ made and the very originals HE traps and imprison to the very second one and currently the book you are reading right now. HE ended the musical piece into the note of a deep, hard, and hateful way, as HE took a deep gasp and calls upon the Mistress to whom is all along listening and observing HIM, for all and up until HIS very wrath subsides.

I looked at him once. “There is no private place left for us.” Adrian was waiting by the doors with my travel documents. I walked toward him without looking back. Behind me, Lia began to cry softly, and Niccolò said my name like an order. For the first time in seven years, I did not obey.

The guard studied me for a long moment. Then he reached for his radio. I stood at those gates and I did not fidget and I did not look away and my wolf stood straight inside me for the first time in seven years. The radio crackled. The guard looked up. Alpha Rhys says to bring her in, he said. He did not sound surprised. And that was the part that should have reassured me. It did not.