Too Late Colleen Hoover Audiobook Novels & Stories

When he placed his ear closer, he realized that she was cursing at someone, and he was speechless. Soon, Aaron found them. Seeing Joseph, he was a little surprised. "It's you?" The Collinsworths were a prestigious family in Nocturna. Even though Joseph was always fooling around, Aaron could remember him. "I bumped into her, and she's completely wasted. Even if I'm heartless, I can't leave her alone inside." The look on Aaron's face turned dark. He paced to the backseat and helped Lauren out of the car. Lauren was in a daze, but when she saw Aaron, she pushed and struggled against him.

The fire door burst open, the crash echoing like thunder. "Police! Don't move!" Blinding flashlight beams cut through the dark, locking onto Winnie and the guards. Startled, their grip loosened. I wrenched free and turned. Colin. On the way here, something felt off. Winnie had been way too bold. Just in case, I'd texted Colin—told him to call the cops and do whatever it took to find Maya first. Now he rushed in with three armed officers. His eyes were bloodshot. Sweat soaked his hair. His tie hung crooked.

The sunlight on her face was so soft, so beautiful. A smile I'd never see again. For the first time, a tidal wave of regret and despair washed over me. I took out my phone and dialed the number I knew by heart. The number that used to connect me to her sweet voice. The call connected. Not to her voicemail. Not to a busy signal. It was a cold, robotic voice. "The number you have dialed has been disconnected." Disconnected. The final nail in the coffin. She wasn't just gone. She had erased the path back to her.

Kirk spoke up first, so I didn't have to say a word. "Whoa! Slow down, there, Hope," Kirk said quickly, "If you chug that too fast, you'll make yourself sick." "Oh," Hope replied, taking another small sip, "Thanks, I didn't know." I stood in my bedroom doorway and watched for a second. Colleen's face took on a really intense look—her eyes shot open, and then her mouth did the same as she shuddered and gasped there on the couch. I couldn't watch any more, and retreated into my bedroom. I set down my book bag on the floor next to my desk and then started getting out my homework and setting it on my desk. I could hear Hope's melodious voice drifting through my doorway, along with Kirk's rude to

" Vivienne said. Another long silence, heavier this time, and when Colleen spoke again, her voice had lost every trace of the calm, patient control that had carried her through thirty-one years of careful planning. "I need to check something," she said. "I'll call back within the hour." The line went dead. She called back in forty minutes, and this time, her voice carried something Vivienne had never expected to hear from her at all: genuine, unguarded fear.

A sharp beep-beep! of a car horn startled Anna just as she stepped out of the hospital. “Good grief, you scared me!” Anna protested as the car window rolled down. “Get in already!” Elena called out. Without another word, Anna quickly climbed into Elena’s car. “Since your husband’s away on a business trip, you’re staying at my apartment tonight,” Elena said firmly, leaving no room for refusal. “Sounds like you missed me that much,” Anna murmured.

Timothy Yeager is the sole successor of Caelumis, the most powerful force of Efral. He has billions of dollars in inheritance and countless subordinates! On this day, he returns to civilization with the marriage contracts his mentor has set for him so he can keep his promise and protect his fiancées. However, as soon as he gets home, most of his fiancées call off their engagements to him. "Do you think you're worthy of marrying someone from the Barton family when you're so useless?" "How can the daughter of the Lynde family marry a peasant like you? It's a humiliation to her!" "Today, we're gathered here to annul the marriage contracts with a loser like you!" "You're dreaming if you thi

All at once, like dominoes falling. Maya looked at the screen and felt her heart stop. Unknown Number: "You should have left the past buried, Maya. Some angels fall for a reason. Check your email—I've sent you something that will change everything you think you know about Eleanor Reeves. You have 24 hours to decide if you want the truth to stay private or become tomorrow's headline. The choice is yours. But choose wisely. Not everyone in Moonlight Cove wants the real story told." Maya's hands shook as she opened her email. The attached file was titled: "Eleanor's Confession—Audio Recording, September 2014."

With the warm, hypocritical smile he had displayed for the past ten years, he rose from the sofa and quickly walked toward her. Kyle wrapped his arms around Ravelle. The scent of his masculine cologne, which had once always been a source of comfort for Ravelle, now smelled like the stench of a rotting corpse. “Happy tenth anniversary, Darling,” Kyle whispered into her ear before kissing her temple with carefully crafted tenderness. “I'm sorry I couldn't come home on time last night. The company audit really took up all of my time until this morning.” Company audit? Ravelle sneered inwardly.

His call was smooth, steady, and demanding, but I kept my mouth shut, stubbornly staring at the ceiling as a fresh tear cut through the already drying mascara on my cheek. "I know you hear can me," he murmured. "It's over," I finally choked out, my voice thick and slurred as I hugged the bottle to my chest. "It's already over, Cole. You're too late... it's over." "You may not know me, Celene... But nothing is ever over until I say it is..." Cole replied, his voice utterly unbothered by my despair. "I didn't travel all this way from my meeting three states away on a flight just to return home...it'll be waste...don't you think?" When I didn't respond, he tried again.