Tony Jay Audiobook Novels & Stories

Old Master Hunt turned to his son and said, “Come, let's find somewhere private and listen to the contents.” “Father, please let me also be present; they are both my sons. Please don't leave me out of this,” Mrs. Audrey said. The old master hesitated for a brief moment before giving his permission. “Fine, you can come too.” The family gathered in Dr. Williams's office, and the old master nodded to Robert to play the recording. “Brother,” Jayden's voice came through the recording pen and filled the room. The twins’ voices were similar, yet each carried its own distinct tone. One could detect the cheeriness within Jayden's voice and the aloofness within Kayden’s voice.

Heath POV Jade and I sit outside the diner listening to the conversation between Melanie and Tonya. I know what Jade is thinking and why she wants me here. I know all about Tonya’s past. She told me everything about how she seduces these twenty-year-old men for flings during the summer. She was even honest with me about how she began to feel for Dakota and how she was cruel to Jade. What Jade does not know is the Tonya is genuinely trying to change. She knows she made a mistake and that she let a little dick fuck her mind up over the summer. If it does not bother me, then she needs to let it go. I asked Tonya for honesty, and she gave me the whole truth. That is more than anyone has ever giv

Her voice was soft, gentle not the harshness she tones when she speaks directly to me. “Good morning, Brother,” Tony comes into the dark, austere office with a plate of toast and a mug of coffee. “We have a dining room for eating,” my voice is harsh. Maybe a bit too harsh, Lucky fuels me and me having feelings for her fuels the other half of me. I feel trapped inside myself. Even after a five-mile run, it has not wavered the annoyance I feel for myself.

I bowed my head politely and walked away. I could hear Tony shouting after me, but I ignored him. He wasn’t worth my time. Tony needed to get his head on straight. If he doesn’t, I foresee a very miserable future for him. I doubt he could turn his life around like Stephen’s new brother-in-law Austin did after the war. Aragon POV

I asked stonily and he flinched. “Nothing,” he grumbled under his breath. As I slid into the driver’s seat of the Vortex, I wondered if I’d given Sen too much of a free hand. Cranking up the volume of the habanera Suor crooning through the hidden car speakers, I sped through the mostly empty roads, a sad, yet beautiful female voice singing about her dead child who she never got to hold in his death bed. Ten minutes and two glasses of whiskey into this meeting with Tony, it was safe to say we weren’t making any progress. And I couldn’t even fault him.

Ava “Speak now, you idiot!” l was becoming impatient. “How do you know me?" I inquired once more, raising my tone this time. I couldn't help but notice the man's charming features in spite of the fear that surger through me. His gorgeous light blue eyes. A matching stubble to his hair defined his face. "Ava, you don't have to be terrified. I'm Jay, and I don't belong in this pack. I've not come with war, l only came to disclose something l feel might save you for eternity if only you could hear me out."

His voice came out tired, and his earlier strength vanished immediately. His face fell, looking defeated. She must not find Kaira before I do, he thought, watching her enter the house. Soon, Tony paid the driver, but his mind was somewhere else. His thoughts tangled tightly, stuck on one thing. Did Tonia hear his confession about loving Kaira? Or... did she miss it? * * *

Flushing angrily at being forced to eavesdrop on his personal conversation, Tris gritted her teeth and stared coldly into space, caught off guard when he said evenly: "Right, read that last letter back to me, will you? I have forgotten where I was." Tris was reasonably sure that he was lying. The letter was long and complicated, but she read through it without haste or check, her diction smooth and even. When she had finished she raised her eyes to find Tony watching her with an exceedingly sardonic expression. "It is almost like having my own personal computer," he mocked cruelly. "Don't you ever feel like coming down off your mountain and joining the rest of the human race?"

“Easy. You’re still bleeding under those bandages.” “I don’t care. I need to see him.” He sighed, the kind of sigh that carried years of disappointment with the world. “I’ll help you, but you take it slow, got it?” I nodded, he hooked his arm under mine, and helped me stand. The floor tilted once before my body remembered what balance felt like. We’d barely made it three steps before Tony’s phone buzzed. He frowned and answered. “Joey?” There was chaos on the other end. I could hear it in the way Tony’s posture changed, sharp, alert, every muscle in his jaw tightening. “Talk to me,” he said. “Where are you?”

Yet, even though he had already reached peak disgust with himself, Dillon couldn't help but be a bit excited to see what he looked like under that shirt. About twenty minutes into their drive on the expressway, Tony got a call from Adrian about a problem with one of the machines at work that they needed for a project. He plugged his headphones back in his ear and put his phone in the cubby in the dash so he could use both hands to drive. A few minutes after Tony started his conversation, his voice started to lul Dillon to sleep. He put his knees back up on the dash and closed his eyes while he just enjoyed the timbre of Tony's voice.