The Stand Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

I can’t believe that one night could change my whole life forever. A one-night-stand with Lysander Hitwell of all people? Why does it have to be him? Why can’t it be just someone who’s average… normal? This wouldn’t have happened if he wasn't so powerful. If he doesn’t have a sacred bloodline to protect. I heaved a deep sigh. We have the tickets. One-way. Rich booked them, and all we have to do now is leave the country. But it doesn’t feel that simple. Not when I know Alpha Reginald could still find me.

There's a wave of anger in me burning brightly and waiting to explode but I think I can hold it in for a few more minutes. I smelled his roll-on. And yes, it's him. My lover from the one-night stand. That's his smell. I remember it like I do the marks on my hand. But I was filled with anger, which was just what I needed to get the hurt and confusion down for a bit. What I needed to face this interview head-on.

The agony swallowed everything else, and a bloodcurdling scream tore out of me, my voice ringing through the empty warehouse. Even so, not one person spared me a shred of mercy. Blow after blow, I became nothing but a mangled, blood-smeared heap, until the agony burned itself down to numbness. I had no idea how long it went on. The bodyguards didn't stop until I was barely breathing. In that moment, Andrew stared at me like I was his mortal enemy, as if I had committed the unforgivable. He raised his boot and ground its heavy leather sole across my face.

she blotted out. With that, I stood up to where she was seated, and I lifted her jaw, which resulted in her looking me in the eyes, So I said, "Whether you like it or not, the night we had will be repeated countless times, and there is nothing, I mean nothing you can do about it, and never let it out of your head that I, Dante Blaze is the man you had a one night stand with and trust me, I will make you mine," Saying this, I saw the fear in her face, and then I freed her jaw from my hand.

His attention briefly returned to me once he had started unbuckling his belt, but it quickly slipped away again, facing the road. “You see, Maya Archer, that is not only your offense. Until you have apologized for all of your transgressions and have listed them all one by one. I’m going to let you go.” "Aaaaah! Holy fucken hell! Zion...." “Yea, I am the Zion you read about in the Book of God, baby!” He thundered.

I stood up from my seat and pulled out a business card from my wallet as I walked forward and knelt in front of Raymond. “I’m not a bad man, Ray, but I can help your daddy fight off the bad men. Copy this number and save it on your phone, and whenever you come across any of the bad men, you call me instantly and I will always respond to your call.” I assured him. I made it look like I was talking to Ray, but I’m sure his father knows that I was extending a hand of friendship here, and I hope he takes it.

"Kyle, I heard Emily spoils that stand-in rotten. Mansions, luxury cars—she lets him smash and burn them for fun." "Those are things worth millions. Our families can't even afford to buy them." "Yeah, and he's just a stand-in. If you went back, Emily would worship the ground you walk on. She might even give you shares in the Kelley Group."

"Your Majesty, permit me to say a word, please?” Stan stood up to speak. “Yes, you can speak, but you don't need you to explain a whole epistle for me.” “I promise I'm not going to take your time.” I looked at ........ For a while. If there's anything I know about him was the fact that he was someone who had always been outspoken. But when it comes to someone who goes as far as betraying me, I've never seen him to be a betrayer. “Alright, shoot!” Stan cleared his throat and began.

“They’re giving drugs to random people. If only we knew the next place they’ll be in. I’m sure we’ll find out more.” Stanley was silent for a while. Listening to him talk somehow made him feel a weird itch in his heart. He never got the chance to make a normal conversation with him before but now, when he listened to his voice, he could recall the soft sounds he make when he’s under him. Just hearing his normal voice could led his mind astray and the urge to dominate him keeps crawling back up. Stanley swallowed, his throat felt a bit parch and he felt a little hot.