Why Does He Do That Audiobook Novels & Stories

Or is she used to him now? It makes me wonder why they keep staring at times when they should be talking—I’m speaking of Zavere and Hunter. Does it have something to do with what the Madman thinks about silence being intimidating? Is Zavere trying to do that with Heidi? Seems it doesn’t work on her though. Maybe the girl is more scared of words. Hehe… Wait until she meets Zavere’s other personality. I bet she’ll get the ick. “You’re injured. You don’t need that,” the man FINALLY responds, earning a sigh from Heidi.

I am going to sit at this counter, drink my coffee, and let him go. When he comes home tonight with whatever he’s done to himself, I am going to look at it, and my answer is going to be yes. I already know it's going to be yes. He’s been quietly researching piercings for months. He tongues the back of his teeth when he's thinking, imagining a sensation he hasn't felt yet. He telegraphs his desires constantly, and he has no goddamn clue that I can read him like an open book. This is for him. Not for me.

I ask curiously as I pick it up and hold it delicately in my fingers. "It's a recording, of me reading the entire book of Pride and Prejudice out loud" He explains with a wide grin. "I just figured that since it's your comfort book and there comes a time where I'm not there with you when you need me, maybe it would be something you'd want to listen to" His words make my eyes start to well up with tears. Rhode's voice has brought me so much comfort the past few years, hearing him talking is enough to soothe almost any anxiety that I have. I've asked him many times to read aloud to me if I'm having a rough time or I can't sleep and he's always done it without complaint or hesitation. But if he

"For the same reason as other people have! It's in the middle of the summer now and I haven't even heard the crash of water on the shore. I want to bury myself in the sand, bathe in the sun and smell the humid air...I want to--" "Okay. Okay." He rolled his eyes and snorted, " You sound like a dying patient." He struts out of the door, leaving me speechless. I am tempted to throw the book at him but I wouldn't. This book is too precious for me; I wouldn't ruin it for a man such as him, he's not worth my first edition book. I should've snatched a pillow from the sofa.

Though he still remained focused on the road, his jaw tensed up and his knuckles had gripped the steering wheel. Why does he appear bothered by what I said? I'm a stranger to him. “It was just my shoulder, nothing inappropriate.” “That doesn’t give him permission to make you uncomfortable. Go to the Dean next time he does something like that again.” He informed her and she looked away from him. “What book is that?” He asked in order to change the subject. “I’m not sure. It doesn’t have a title, but he said that it will benefit my knowledge on beast mythology.” She finally opened the cover and flipped through the pages, "What the Hell is this?"

I added. When he heard that, he looked at nowhere. Then, he started to speak. “Oh, it is h-him.” He said to himself. Then, he looked at me, and he talked again. “I heard h-he was d-dead—” he did not manage to continue talking when I spoke. “Why did you do that to him?” I asked him. So, he became quiet.

“Emmy?” I heard him calling me again. I shut the book hurriedly. fuck if he saw the book, he won’t sit without getting a perfect excuse from me to have this book. he is much more stubborn than me when it comes to find something he suspects fishy. “I know you are inside. I can feel your presence duh.” He said lamely getting bored from the other side of the door. I put the book back in the bag and slide it under the bed back to its position.

When he said it, my brain couldn't help but explode inside. Is he kidding me right now? Oh, well, I can always talk back as well. "You know what to do—fuck you and fuck everything else about you." You think I am not the one who relaxes? Before my life was taken away from me because of something that I don't even know about, you thought I was not a relaxing human. Did I ever have a reason to be this annoyed and confused? No. It is a fucking no! I screamed at him. Hillary remains focused on the road, his lips pressed together to form a little pout. "Have you started reading the book I gave to you?" His journal, he meant?

He chuckled dryly. “I don't understand…” I looked at him, confused. “First of all, how do you get in?” He asked, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “I was sucked in by a weird book that had caught my interest.” I answered. “Ah, same here. That darn book of illusions. Curiosity brought me here.” He began. “I had heard about a book that sucked people in, and I wanted to see for myself. So…I took it and here I am.” He sighed.

I exclaim and he laughs, nodding. "Fight...!" I almost scream once again and this time he really laughs, the throw your head to the back kind of laugh. "But why? I don't get it. Like why? Why would you want to do that?" I'm seriously confused here. According to what I know z people fight for money and money is definitely not his problem so why the hell would he be fighting? "It helps to keep my senses sane. "