The Stand Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

Inside perched a sleek gray bird with a vibrant red tail, watching me with an intelligence that was almost unsettling. "William, what kind of bird is this?" I asked, leaning closer to examine the creature. Its dark eyes followed my movement with eerie focus. "It looks remarkably... aware." William's laughter filled the room, a deep, genuine sound that had always made me feel at home. "This is an African Grey parrot. His name is Einstein, and he's quite the genius." He beamed with the pride of a new parent. "Watch this." Just as I was wondering what was so special about this particular bird, it suddenly opened its beak and spoke in a clear, oddly British accent: "All style, no substance!"

"But thank you." She hung up and stood there a moment longer before heading inside, thinking of Serena's careful, unfailing kindness — the coffee, the concern, the genuine talent that made it so easy to want to believe every bit of it was real. Whatever the truth turned out to be, she suspected she was going to miss the version of this friendship she'd almost let herself believe in, once it was finally over.

I came back with my phone number written on my piece of paper so he would go away. “I will call you!” He told me with undisguised enthusiasm. Despite myself, I chuckled at his reaction, however my smile dropped when I spied Zade watching me from across the hall. Something in his eyes tells me he has been standing there long enough to see our interaction. I stood there frozen in silence, a part of me begging him to bridge the distance between us. I might regret it once again in the morning but tonight I didn’t want to think about anything except the feel of arms around me. The clumsy way he thrust into me like he couldn’t get enough.

Max suddenly recalled the audio file he was about to play in his office before his children called and took out his phone. He played the audio file and gasped when he realized it was the same one Jade had deleted from his phone. He realized Stacy must have recovered it but he had no idea what she stood to gain. When he played the audio to the end, he laughed self-depreciatingly, "You're such a fool, Max. If you didn't fall for that vixen, you wouldn't have trusted her so much and would have found out the truth sooner."

His voice was low and hoarse, like gravel rolling across rough sand, carrying both restrained pain and an unwavering determination to get what he wanted. “I’ve poured hundreds of billions of orders into your company. I ensured that your aunt, who is a mistress in the King family, will never again be threatened by that little maniac Scarlett King. I even made all the judges in Assyria City stand on your side.” He stepped forward half a pace. The faint green glow of his wolf eyes flashed under the light. “That same vicious authoritarian confinement your old man Austin used—I didn’t learn it. I properly, using your human commercial laws, bowed my head to you. Eranthe, where else do you still wa

But she was not afraid of him like the students here. Seeing him clear his throat, Mia didn't think much of it, she just felt that he lectured a lot so her throat was uncomfortable, she will remind him to drink more water soon. Then she continued to chat with the person next to her to learn more about her boyfriend when he was a lecturer at the university. But just as she was about to ask her next question, the man standing on the podium spoke with a cold and serious voice: “The female friend is sitting at the end of the row.”

God! “Are-“ “Are- are you Leo?” why did I suddenly lose my voice? And why the hell am I stuttering? I never stammer. I know I’m drunk but I’m not a drunken stutterer. “I am.” He reply calmly taken a sip of his drink. When did he even order a drink! “You wanted to talk. Here I am. So why are you leaving” he says sitting calmly in his seat. He is scary calm. He’s not even looking at me.

Willow stood frozen in place. Her eyes were shimmering with unshed tears, and her fists were clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Yet, she stubbornly kept her chin up. "What did you just say, Willie?" Caspian stared at her in disbelief. Willow yanked her hand out of his and choked out, "Mr. Henderson, what will it take for you to leave me alone? Your wife wants to rip my clothes off in public. Are you satisfied now?"

Somehow he looked more dashing this way, still perfectly put together in his suite, not a hair out of place. Tuesday night had me back to just wanting to fuck him. Anything to take back the words that put that look on his face. Anything to stop him from walking out that door. Stand your ground. No faltering now. I came up behind him and turned the machine back on. Harmon Chancellor was above turning it off again. Daddy wasn't petty like that, but I sure as shit was. "Isn't it obvious? It's a hostile takeover," was my response to him when he turned around to face me head on.

Every step felt heavier than the last. My heart pounded in my chest. The room was all too familiar—it was the same place where that night had happened. Kieran stood inside, shirtless, appearing as though he had just finished a bath. He was engrossed in some scrolls, not noticing my presence. Then, I noticed a mark on his back, one that hadn't been there before that night...