Why Does He Do That Audiobook Novels & Stories

He chuckles and shrugs before dropping the bottle back on the floor. "You don't have to be cruel to yourself, you know." He says and lays his hands on his knees. " Why do you care?"I question and he gives that stupid laugh I despise so much, "of course, not for any passionate reason but because I won't like you to die while jazzing." "¿Significado?" I demand in his mother's tongue. His words contains dirty translation I don't want to mind. He isn't trying to say he's going to force himself on me with black spell? Rape?

His breaths were beginning to sound heavy, I could hear my own heart thumping so loud that I feared it might explode. His phone suddenly rang and only then did he pull away from me. He squinted his eyes at the caller ID for a moment before staring at me. "Duty calls, I’ll be back and don’t try anything stupid. My guards are not so lenient." He mumbled in his deep baritone before heading out briskly. Whoever that was, I was grateful for the call. I couldn't even begin to imagine what would have happened. The whispers began emanating from the book again, this time stronger than the last. I might not be able to cure his curse but something about this old brown book was compelling me to read it.

I laughed to myself. "You're not really going to talk to me?" Still nothing. I sighed and in a flash was holding the book. He looked up. There. Finally got your attention. I smirked. "I'm studying, Audrey," she said stiffly and tried to retrieve the book but I pulled away. "Why are you having a bad trip?"

This was the Nathan she fell in love with and not the maniac that was threatening her life. “You will continue to ogle or actually come read to me?” Once again she was taken aback, how did he know she was ogling? “Sorry” she slowly walked into the room and made herself comfortable on the sofa while turning to him. “What book do you want me to read to you?” “What book do you have?” “Uhmm” she began to check her collections but he halted her. “Do you have something on gold digging?” Audrey didn’t quite understand him, “what do you mean?”

He could lose himself and forget all of his fears to be with her. "What would you wish to do if you were free? " " I don't want to be released, any time soon," he says as she frowns at him, not able to register what he just said to her. Why? Why doesn't he want to be free? Is living here worth it?" why don't you want to? " She asks, noticing a sly smirk forming on his lips while he looks down at his hands."It's better this way," he mumbled to himself as shifted his eyes from her. While she nodded, not wanting to push it further."I brought you these books," Athena said breaking the silence inside the office as she put them in front of him, he read the titles of the books:

the young woman continued with a chuckle. Meanwhile, Heath walked towards the Old Duke's room to protest again. He was furious, and he wanted to burn the old man's ears with his complaint to his heart's content. However, as he got closer to the Old Duke's room, he could hear the voices of two men conversing in it with his greatly increased sense of hearing. "–you read books about pregnant women instead? Didn't you say you've started research to find a way to heal your body again?" asked a man who sounded like the Old Duke's voice.

He only chuckles again, shaking his head like it’s all too amusing, like I’m some open book he’s already read cover to cover. Then his gaze hardens, tilts, probing me. “Why do you keep trying to fight what you want?” My throat closes. My head jerks side to side, quick, vehement. “I don’t want this. Honestly, I really don’t want this. It’s ridiculous. It’s insane.” My voice pitches louder, cracking with rawness. He chuckles, slow and deep, then nods once, lips curving with infuriating certainty. “Yeah. Keep telling yourself that.”

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.

They were still talking about us but the guy next to me acted like he didn't hear anything. But all of a sudden I felt his arm on my shoulder. I looked at him but he had no reaction and he was just looking seriously at what we were going through. The noise became even louder because of what he did. "Tine." "Hmm?" Then he looked at me and suddenly smiled. "Do you have anything to do on Sunday?" I asked. "Why did you ask?" I immediately looked away from him. 'Answer my question first, Tine, you're making me nervous.'

“What if something goes wrong. What if your body reacts badly.” “Nothing’s going wrong.” His voice was quiet but certain. “I’ve done worse things to this body and walked away fine.” “That’s not comforting.” “I wasn’t trying to comfort you.” I almost laughed, the sound surprising me before I could stop it, and when I glanced over he was almost smiling too. “Can I ask you something?” I said. “You’re going to anyway.” “Why are you doing this?” I turned to face him. “You hate me. You locked my son away to punish me. So why are you about to give him part of your own body?”