Tim Paige Audiobook Novels & Stories

Paige makes a run for it anyway, finding to her disappointment the girl correct when the door doesn’t budge even as she swipes her keycard over it a couple of times. “Alright, I give up,” she finally says after a few more seconds of trying to force the door open to no avail, turning back to face the girl who hasn’t yet moved a muscle from where she stood. “What do you want?” “I need your help, Dr. Houston,” she replies. “You’re the best around here. Your numerous awards and book prove that.” “Wait a second, what book?” Paige quirks an eyebrow, confused. “I just sent my final draft to my editor this week. How would you know what’s in it?”

He raised his head, and Paige continued. "I spent half of my time in the beach, and i finished that book i was writing before i came with you to your family home." She skipped the fact she cut the trip short to go spend the remaining days with her grandma. "Then I toured around the city. There was this tour guide, he knew this interesting places, and the food…" Paige closed her eyes and sighed. Leo smiled. Though he didn't actually believe her. "I can see you enjoyed yourself." His voice came out low, and rough, added to the fact the way he was looking at her was smoldering hot, Paige melted.

Oh, Goddess. “Are you… are you saying that you are your own stalker?” Paige looked up at me annoyed. “Jason Baxter, this is hard enough on me as it is. Can you please just sit there and listen. I promise I will let you ask as many questions as you want when I am done, but I am running out of courage, so if you do not let me finish this story, I may never do so.” I kind-of like sassy Paige. She is way sexier when she is sassy than when she is feeling guilty about stupid teenage crap.

I muttered, nodding. I turned to Athena and gently took her hand. Her fingers were soft in mine. She didn’t say a word, but I felt the way she leaned into me just a little, like she knew she was safe now. "Let’s go," I said softly to her. ****** Paige’s POV I was walking through the east hallway of the pack house when I heard voices. At first, they were low like someone whispering fast but then they grew louder. A sharp “Let me go!” rang through the air, and I stopped walking. My heart picked up speed.

My older age was definitely to blame for that. “Are you sure it’s in here? In his study?” I heard a familiar voice in a low tone from the other end of what I knew to be a bookcase. It was Paige. I didn’t think I would ever be happy to hear the voice of that thrifty, selfish girl. Celina must have known how thin the wall is and hence never let anyone come in to the study. I haven’t heard anyone’s voice in… I don’t know how long. “I was the first to watch her, remember?” Paul replied sarcastically.

“Zane—” But before I could finish, someone came crashing through the trees. Tyson. “My king!” he shouted, out of breath, panting hard like he’d sprinted the whole way. “There’s a problem.” Zane growled. “Not now.” Tyson shook his head quickly. “It’s really urgent.” “We are in the middle of—” Zane started, but Tyson cut him off. “Paige is dead,” he said, voice trembling. “And Adrian has managed to escape.”

I asked when she picked up. "No, I'm back at the studio. The interview was a disaster," Paige replied, sounding frustrated. "Interview? What interview?" "For a driver. Remember we talked about hiring someone for the new equipment van? I'll tell you when you get here." I started the engine. "I'm on my way. Got some goodies from Harrison." "Of course you do," Paige laughed. "See you soon." I pulled out of Chase Pack Headquarters' parking lot with a smile. Even with all the drama in my life, some things remained constant – like my ability to fleece my father and Paige's unwavering support.

Then she stopped and looked at Paige quizzically. “How do we have fun?” “Welcome to ‘How to party right! 1.0’. My name is Paige Turner and tonight I’m going to be your teacher… Let’s start by getting more drinks.” Paige stood, picking up Navy’s empty glass and her own empty bottle. “That round didn’t last long enough.” Paige straightened her crop top and smoothed her hands down over her skinny leather pants and she made her way back to the bar. Navy pulled out her phone to check her email. Nothing new!

Lucien stares with widen eyes, and fear and worry suddenly spread in his heart. Paige takes a breath and says cautiously, "Miss Morrison's ears seem to be deaf. She was startled when I came over to her side just now. She should have known I was in the room when I closed the door so loudly." "What did you say? Say that again?" Lucien rushes to Paige's side and grabs the front of her dress. Paige is Lucien's wet nurse and Lucien has always been polite to her. Today unexpectedly he makes such an action that Paige knows Lucien is really panicked!

“We improvise it live.” Pauly handed her a slim, battered paperback—Mockingbird, cover worn, pages gutted to hold a wafer-thin transceiver and a micro-SD slot. “Your new copy. Same weight as the real one. Press the title twice if you’re burned; it wipes your last three hours and plays an audiobook. Press the author twice and it pings us with location.” She slid the book into her tote without looking. “And if I press the spine?” “It complains about being objectified,” Pauly said.