Novel & Cerita The Stepford Wives Audiobook

The smoke seemed to hang motionless in the air. Then, a deep, sub-audible vibration began to rattle the stone floorplates, a low, tectonic hum that felt like the mountain itself was waking up from a thirty-year sleep. The brass dials on the console didn't just spin—they retracted into the iron framework, and the massive, circular granite dais beneath my feet began to split down the center, revealing a steep, brightly lit spiral staircase cut directly into the white Alpine bedrock below. “Secondary bloodline validation complete,” the cold, synthetic female voice announced, its echo carrying a terrifying weight through the rafters. “Welcome home, Miss Vance. The primary office is open. The aut

"Look directly into the lens. Tell your husband exactly what he needs to hear to stay blind." Killian leaned down, his lips brushing the sensitive column of her neck, his hot breath flaring against her skin as he whispered the script directly into her ear. "Speak, little bird. Let him hear the voice of the woman he thinks he discarded." Killian hit the record button. A small red light began to blink on the device. Elena drew a sharp, uneven breath, her gaze locking onto the lens. The sheer, suffocating proximity of the three men, combined with the phantom sensation of their recent, absolute possession, made her voice drop into a deep, breathless register that sounded like pure, intoxicated c

Get used to it. We didn’t do a lot of it around the house though. It felt kinda weird making out with my ex-stepsister in front of my father. It was totally legal and all, it just felt weird. It was like when I was making out with her in front of her mom. Lacey was alright when Kara told her about my proposal, she didn’t die of a heart attack or get a stroke or anything like that. But when she saw us making out, she would make this awkward noise coughing sound, and I would pull away out of politeness. I got where she was coming from now. It must be hella awkward watching her daughter kiss her ex-stepson.

I felt like a hidden side chick. The one whom he would never show off. “He is married to your stepmom!” Isaac almost whispered the words. The way he said it held some weight. It was as though he was calling me back from the hefty mistake I was making. I said nothing and turned away, fishing my hand into the pocket in front of my hoodie. I then brought my Legs to the couch, even with my Nike shoes on. I tucked my legs into my flared skirt, sitting back on the couch while I looked into nothingness.

I answer; selfishly wishing she wasn't so distracted and would get back to my cock. "I know this is wrong, but I just want to see it go in," she says sheepishly. We both watch as Shelly's husband continues chomping on Stephanie's tits. With the sound down, we can't hear what she's saying but she appears to be giving him more direction and he releases her breasts and positions his black monster against her widespread pussy. "Looks like you're going to get your wish," I tell her as Rob/Ron leans on Stephanie's thighs, spreading them farther apart and guides his over-sized cock into her splayed open pussy.

“Good answer, Stephen. You get the coffee—I’ll take mine with cream—and I’ll start removing the files.” “Ma’am, they’re kind of old. Some of these haven’t seen the light of day for nearly fifteen years. You might get dusty.” “My name’s Adelaide, and I’ve been dusty before. Not to worry.” “Yes, ma’am, I mean Miss Adelaide, I’ll be right back with coffee.” Some of these? Stephen’s words hit a cord. “Stephen,” I called, though he’d already stepped away. A moment later he was back. “Yes, do you want something else?”

Ryker said, and his voice was a sound I'd never heard from him before, low and shaking and barely controlled, "that what Vivienne just told me isn't true." "Tell me," he repeated, stepping into the office, "that my sons did not carry on a sexual relationship with their stepsister for four months under my roof and then throw her away at the Summit like she was nothing." Mateo went white. I pushed back from the desk and got to my feet because sitting felt wrong when you were about to confess to your father that you'd been fucking his stepdaughter for four months. "It's true," I said. The sound Vivienne made from behind Ryker broke me in half. Worse than Delilah's choked noise at Ironridge, wor

The house felt too quiet, the kind of quiet that makes you hear things that aren't there. Then I heard it. A faint screech of the door. I shut my eyes so fast it hurt, pulling the duvet up to my chin. I held my breath, trying to slow down the frantic thudding in my chest. Step. Step. Step. I knew those footsteps. I had spent enough nights listening for them that they were practically burned into my brain. It was my Chadwick. He reached the side of the bed. I felt the mattress dip, and then a soft, warm pressure on my forehead. He kissed me, so gentle it made my stomach flip. I couldn't keep the act up. I snapped my eyes open, a small smile tugging at my lips.

“Not all of it. But some of it. One of our members found them in Stephanie's room after she died. They are really hard to watch, so no one did so until recently. It turns out that Stephanie and Sheila were pretty sloppy about turning on and off the recording, so the videos catch a lot of conversations towards the end that I do not think either of them expected to be captured on video. It helped to fill in a lot of the blanks." I rubbed my temples. “Where are the videos now?” “Dr. Hyder has them. He is ready to turn them over to the werewolf council at a moment’s notice.” “You are telling me that all of this was going on —she-wolves being trafficked; Lily being badly and horribly abused