Too Late Colleen Hoover Audiobook Novels & Stories

The voice on the other end remained calm, unaffected by Kane’s outburst. “Alpha Kane, please calm down. This is the Werewolf City Patrol Unit. About an hour ago, we received a report of a strange scent coming from one of your rental dens. Upon inspection, we discovered a female corpse—based on the ID, the deceased is your former mate, Luna Kate. She’s been dead for three days. Neighbors reported she had been living there with a six-year-old pup, who is currently missing. If you know anything about the pup’s whereabouts, please contact us immediately. We also ask that you come in as soon as possible to give a formal statement.”

All she ever received in return was the cold voice of an automated recording. She had sent countless messages explaining herself and begging for forgiveness. Every single one disappeared without a response. She sat there quietly. The entire world felt silent, as though she were the only person left in it, swallowed whole by loneliness and helplessness. Then, in the dead silence of the night, the sound of the keypad lock disengaging suddenly echoed through the house. Claire jolted as joy flooded her face almost instantly. "Nathan..." She stumbled toward the door and yanked it open. "Nathan, I knew you would—"

"Don't be mad. See? I've turned it off. Nothing is more important than spending time with my baby girl." "Where is Catherine?" Ralph asked. The rims of Ichabod's eyes reddened. "Come with me. Miss Catherine Stone... She is dead." "Enough!" Ralph cut him off. "How long are you all gonna keep up this farce? Tell her to get out right now!" Ichabod blinked, then forced a bitter smile. "She can't. She is dead." "What do you mean by that?" Ralph snapped. "You're gonna cover for her? You've been with us for nearly 20 years. I never knew you were so blind to right and wrong."

Elena’s chat icon blinked red every few days: —The rose dome of St. Cecilia Cathedral. —The new rose-gold Beretta Dad bought her, the family crest inlaid on the grip. —Caption: Family first. I scrolled past them, never hitting “like”. On Thanksgiving, the project team got 48 hours off. I stayed on site duty. It was 23 degrees Fahrenheit at night. I sat in the back of the pickup wrapped in a sleeping bag, staring up at the Milky Way. My phone vibrated. A voice message from Mom. Piano and laughter in the background: “Rhea, look what we got. Seafood. Your favorite—”

he said gently. Savannah leaned on his shoulder, staring at the night sky through the window. But even as she tried to believe Adrian’s words, her heart told her something darker — that this was only the beginning. Far away, Detective Henry stared at a photo of Clara on his desk and said to himself, “She’s hiding something big… and when we find it, everything will change.”

After sacrificing eight years for the man she loved, Dr. Ariana is rewarded with betrayal. A chance encounter with Lucian Moretti, the city's most feared mafia king, changes everything. One reckless night binds their fates, but deadly enemies and a painful misunderstanding tear them apart. When destiny reunites them, one question remains: Was I too late?

Vanessa replied almost instantly, as if she had finally completed some routine obligation. "Have you eaten? Food at rest stops gets cold. Don't eat anything random." I was about to type when Caleb updated his video again. He posted a photo of coffee from a rest stop. The caption read: "Warm. It feels good when you're here." Beside the rim of the cup, I could see the Patek Philippe watch Vanessa always wore. Something clogged my chest, nausea churning hard. I shut off my phone and kept driving. Halfway there, my mother's attending doctor called.

I pressed the button on the recorder and collected all the evidence which I sent to the police. When Leonard received the news, he came banging on my door with Lincoln and Maria in tow. "Madeline!" he roared. "Come out right now!" I rubbed my sore ears and opened the door, saying irritably, "What are you shouting for?" "My aunt and uncle have been called to the police station! Were you behind this?" Leonard stood looking haggard outside the door, his eyebags dark and heavy. "What exactly do you want? We're already divorced!"

I did not hesitate. "No," I replied flatly. "I'm not marrying you. Do whatever you want." Samantha's voice turned cold. "Fine, Caleb. Just remember, you're the one who said it. Don't come begging me to take you back later…" I didn't wait to hear the rest, so I hung up. A few minutes later, a new message appeared on my phone. It was from Ryan Cole. I opened it and found a photo of a hotel room. A large bed filled the center of the frame, its sheets wrinkled and messy. Right in the most obvious spot, a piece of women’s lingerie had been placed where I could not possibly miss it.

At this hour? Even if it was about the divorce, it didn’t need to be in the middle of the night. “This isn’t a good time,” she said firmly. “Whatever it is, let’s talk tomorrow.” She hung up. Leonardo stared at the dead screen. Not a good time? What could she possibly be doing so late? A dark thought crept in. Had Lucia betrayed him? The moment that thought took hold, something dangerous flickered in his eyes. Just then, the guest room door upstairs creaked open.