Who Moved My Cheese Audiobook Novels & Stories

His eyes dropped to my plate and he just looked at it, like he was counting what was there. "Eat something real," he said. "Not just bread." "I'm eating bread." I waved the piece at him. "Bread is real." "Bread isn't a meal before we ride into corrupted territory." He shoved the cheese plate toward me. No ceremony. Just a push across the table. "It has nutritional val…” "Aurelia." He cut me off. His voice had that tone, the one that said the conversation was already done in his head. I sighed and pulled the cheese closer. "Fine."

I scooped a small portion of the mac and cheese. The cheese stretched slightly as I lifted it. I brought the fork closer to my mouth. Paused. Breathe in slowly. Then I placed it inside my mouth. The sweet, creamy taste spread across my tongue. Normally I would have loved it. But now— My stomach tightened. The urge to gag rose quickly in my throat. I forced myself to chew. Slowly. Carefully. “Slow down,” Uncle J said calmly. “You’re doing great.” His voice was steady. Encouraging. I kept chewing. Each movement of my jaw felt heavier than the last. Finally, I swallowed.

Jeffery closed the last file on his desk. The sound of the paper hitting the wood was loud in the quiet room. He didn’t stay to think or read it again. Usually, he was a man who liked order, but today he moved fast. He stood up and went straight to the big bookshelf against the wall. He reached out and pulled one book, then quickly swapped it with another. It was a smooth move. Right away, the wall started to move. It slid open just enough for him to walk through. He didn’t slow down.

the old lady chuckled, “patience is a virtue, I tell you” Audrey gulped but didn’t say anything again and when Mrs Henandez threw the door of her son’s room open, Audrey felt her whole world come to a standstill.

Moreover, she is very clever, so Chloe let her go shopping alone since she wasn't too worried about her. After going downstairs, Audrey did go to a place where ice cream is sold. She was very happy as she skipped to her destination. Meanwhile, a game and hearty old man stepped out of an extended black Jeep outside a cafe. Wearing a black suit, he walked very briskly. The next person to him looked like a butler, and he pushed the cafe's door open. “We're here, old master”

He continued toward the bus, climbing the stairs, leaving Ellie to stare after him in surprise. Ellie climbed back on the bus, avoiding Jake's gaze and finding her seat in the last row. She pulled out her chips, opened the bag, and put her headphones back in. Her mood hadn't improved much so she found a new classic audiobook. Ah, yes, there it was, Dickens always had a dreary narrative to fit her mood, a perfect fit following her upsetting realization that she would quite literally never escape the world of wolves. She turned the book on and stared out the window:

As soon as he removed the cork of the flask, the air was hot and the smell of cheese rushed into my nostrils. No! No! No! The fear in my eyes fed the devilish smile on his face. He knew that I knew what he was going to do. “Open wide!" I continued to struggle but it was no use. I couldn't escape. He forced my mouth open and tipped the hot cheese from the flash into my mouth and down my throat. The cheese was so hot that I felt nothing for a second, and soon, my mouth, throat, and stomach were on fire as the runny cheese scalded me from the inside.

He hands her a slice and he half-expected her to take one ugly bite because she appeared to be famish when she opened the door. Audrey sunk her teeth into the crust and worked her way to the pointed tip. It wasn’t supposed to be an elegant bite. The string of cheese dangling on her chin that she peeled off and ushered to her mouth were poorly a turnoff. “So what’s this sequel all about? Are you gonna tell me or what?” “And ruin the surprise? No way.” He grinned. She leans over, picking two popcorns on the bowl and flicked it to his forehead. “Selfish turd.”

I ask him. "Of course not, you eat, and I will tell you some stories of when I was young? Does that sound good?" He asks in a sweet voice, I know he is trying so hard to act normal, so I will let him talk about whatever he wants to for now. "That sounds lovely Ansel. I am all ears." I say, putting my phone on speaker and hooking it into the phone holder right behind the steering wheel. I drive on while I eat my sandwich, mayo, turkey, lettuce, tomatoes, pickles, and cheddar cheese. I can tell after the first bite that it is extra sharp cheddar, Sherm's brand, my favorite. I wonder who got it, and if they got it for me, or if it was just the only cheese that small town had.

I was giggling like a loon. “A corpse went to a rheumatologist, and said he was feeling rather stiff-” “That's hilarious!” I laughed. “That's not the joke-” “I love this cheese. Mmm. Cheese and crackers,” I sang, munching on the hors d'oeuvres. “Ooo! And there's brie! And crab dip-” “Do you want to hear the joke or not!” he boomed. “Eh, not really. No.”