Novel & Cerita Who Moved My Cheese Audiobook

Took my time. "Yeah. You can't hide anything from me." Something in my voice landed wrong. Her heart clearly skipped. She forced a smile. "I added more sugar this time. It should be sweeter. Try it." I didn't answer. Just stared at the cake in her hand. Maybe too much time had passed. The chocolate was already melting. Just like whatever we used to call love—messy, wrecked, beyond saving. "I'm not really hungry. Let's put it in the fridge."

She could make out the voices of people chatting and plates clattering in her kitchen. Did the founders of Chopped decide to use my apartment for their show? Amanda wondered as she took prudent steps towards her kitchen. The closer she got to that room, the more intense the aroma and the noises. If it's that greedy ghost raiding my fridge again, I swear I'm going to make it sit and eat my terrible food for a whole week, Amanda muttered. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, she pushed her kitchen door open and ran inside screaming. "Begone greedy ghost!"

I exhaled and scanned over my living room. There's not much clutter since I prefer a minimalist interior. It'll be easier for me to pack up and leave. I go over to my room and begin gathering my things. The dizziness was long gone, so I decided to pack slowly. I started by grabbing out some boxes to gather my books in my small working space. Mr. Hawkins said that the place I'm moving to was fully furnished. I'll just drop the rest in the junkyard. Heading to my closet, after gathering almost all of my clothes out on the bed, I soon noticed a pair of shiny men's shoes in the corner of my closet.

Professor Sandler offered to help her with the bamboo plant and fish bowl. "I thought you might be bored now that you're retired, so I bought two goldfish for you to take care of, and this little plant for you to nurture. Please don't let them die; I want to see them the next time I come." When she placed the pastries she brought on the table, she noticed two boxes of chestnut cakes there. She recognized the packaging – they were the chestnut cakes she bought. Jason was here earlier? "You bought chestnut cakes too. So did Jason. You two seem to have a connection," Professor Sandler remarked as he sat down.

Everyone found it odd. Felicia's expression seemed to want to say more, but she tightly gripped the piece of cheese in her hand. The Old Madam's gaze glanced over briefly as she asked, "What's wrong?" Felicia's eyebrows slightly furrowed, showing unease, "This isn't Moose cheese; it's goat cheese." Emma's expression turned cold after hearing this. Finally, the moment had arrived! Everyone listened attentively, displaying expressions of fear. Luna Sandra was the first to retort, "What goat cheese? This is the Moose cheese that Madam usually eats! Felicia, you're just a little child. Don't speak nonsense!"

I picture his hands, his body, and before I know it, I’m lost in the memory, my fingers moving faster as I give in to the moment. And then I hear it. "That’s it, little deer, move those fingers quicker." The words are low, almost like a groan. My eyes fly open in shock, and my heart stops. Did I just hear that? I hit the rewind button, replaying the last 20 seconds of the audiobook, but it’s not there. There’s no trace of those words. I replay it again, just to be sure, but still… nothing.

Just as the conference room door clicked shut behind them, it swung open again with a sudden burst of energy. A man stepped in. His smile was dazzling and effortlessly clean. His gentle gaze landed squarely on me as he said, "Sorry I'm late. My flight was delayed." I froze, utterly confused by his sudden appearance. Nonetheless, he did seem familiar, like someone I should recognize, but my mind was a complete blank. Ever the perceptive one, Colleen moved aside, leaving space for him next to me. The man walked over naturally and took hold of my wrist as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world. "Didn't you say that you wanted to try that new spicy cuisine at that Sutton Restaurant? Let

“Or you'll get hangry.” Her reference to this morning made me smile and I took the cheese. Despite knowing that it was probably the best, most expensive cheese on the whole island, it was tasteless to me. I chewed automatically, more to make Charlotte happy than because I was hungry. The door at the end of the hallway swung open and I jumped to my feet, nearly spilling my cup of tea. I set it on the tray, spilling most of it, before hurrying to talk with Dr. Verner.

Chapter 16: The Wrong Move. (Ava's POV) A smile flashed across my face, seeing the final results of what I had cooked. For a minute, I felt like a chef who deserved an award; a golden one. I chuckled. It was pure beauty! Straight out of heaven. The grilled cheeseburger was sitting elegantly on the glass place, accompanied by some french fries. I had also roasted a full chicken, and surprisingly, it came out so good, despite how long it had been since I last cooked for myself.

I just get it over with and give her some coins and a few extra as a tip. The silence that followed was deafening, I had lived through five years of explosions and battle cries that the presence of complete and utter silence was considerably unnerving for me. Nevertheless, it was comforting. I could hear the quiet murmurs of fellow patrons quietly discussing whatever civilian rhetoric they were going through. The smells from the melting cheese pot were starting to grip at my nose, so I dipped the bread into the pot and took a bite. The melted cheese felt like nothing I have ever tasted before. I expected the taste to remind me of home, cheese in olive oil was indeed something I used to eat b