Wide Sargasso Sea Audiobook Novels & Stories

☆☆☆𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖗 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖘 𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 1:18𝖆𝖒☆☆☆ The Sea was dead quiet except for the buzz of Antonio's speedboat as it made its way through the inky dark water— No Consigliere, No soldier hounds {Errand boys}.Just the sea waves—cold and humming. As he got closer to the Gulf of New Mexico, the wind cut sharp across the sea bed, leaving behind a low groan of steel. Looming ahead was the single overhead light and the distant buzz of the Don's ship. The midnight waves slapped against the hull of Lucas' ship like impatient hands.

Captain Nora hurried back toward the staircase. She returned moments later, breathing hard. “We’ve got company.” “The Dominion?” Samuel asked. “No.” She looked at Helena. “The sea.” Everyone frowned. “The sea?” Olivia repeated. Captain Nora nodded. “It’s rising.” ⸻ Professor Moreau hurried to a narrow stone window overlooking the hidden harbor. His face paled. “The water…” It was climbing the cliffs. Not as a wave. Not as a flood. As though the sea itself were rising to swallow the island. Helena whispered,

Chapter 105: The Weight of the Spoils The rhythmic thump-thump-thump of the corvette’s iron pistons felt muted beneath the heavy blanket of the outer fog. Behind them, the red glow of the burning mainland docks slowly faded into a dull, bruised purple on the horizon. The scent of sulfur and scorched stone lingered on Natalia’s skin, but out here on the open water, it was gradually replaced by the clean, sharp salt of the inner sea.

Zane and I tucked the girls in not longer after that, and I read from what was now officially the girls’ second-favorite book. With a smile, I opened the book, admiring the illustrations Grace and Chloe had already seen and cooed over. “Far out in the ocean, where the water is as blue as the prettiest cornflower and as clear as crystal, it is very, very deep; so deep, indeed, that no cable could sound it, and many church steeples, piled one upon another, would not reach from the ground beneath to the surface of the water above. There dwell the Sea King and his subjects.

Sail the sea to get to the destination island. All six people in the family, including July herself, enjoyed every step of the journey. It feels a really different atmosphere being on the surface of the water stretches as far as the eye can see. The roar of the wind swept the scorching heat of the sun. July unsaturated, staring at the expanse of the horizon, he was fascinated by all the beauty that seemed to sweep away the contents of tired thoughts in her mind a moment ago. The heart becomes spacious because it is touched by the panorama that is presented free of charge.

The water was serene, with only the smallest of waves aiding our buoyancy. "Where are we?" Aurora inquired, her voice carrying a mix of wonder and apprehension as we floated together. "In a time, long past, when the sea water level was still high, perhaps some part of our modern world had yet to emerge, possibly submerged beneath the rising waters," I mused, contemplating our sudden arrival in the midst of the sea. Casting my gaze toward the afternoon sun, I sought to orient ourselves. Extending my hand, I pointed toward a distant outline on the horizon. "There, I believe that's where our high land lies."

~ONE MONTH EARLIER~ The atmosphere was cold, despite the fact that the sun was shining high in the sky. Maybe it was because of the towering trees that shielded the lives beneath from the sun's warmth. It could have also been because the sun had just begun to take its place in the sky. Or maybe it was because of the emptiness in Mariana Rosette's heart. Mariana's horse trotted through the quiet woods. Her two companions also followed quietly behind her on their horses. No one said a word.

Edward spoke, his words were crude. "Yes, the book has sent us to you." Elizabeth spoke politely, trying to cover the rudeness of her mate. She was looking calm. "Interesting!" He rubbed his jaw, "You should return, Miss Nelson," "No, please. You're my only hope. It took us days to reach the book. It has guided us to you, Aragon." My breathing turned shallow. I could feel the painful chilling crawling up from my feet. "The book clearly says. You know the path." Alessandro said calmly.

He’d already heard strange stories of screaming, and exploding CD players, from a very nervous Cochran over a few beers at the Salty Sea Dog that evening. Now Bishop’s Cragg approached, a small land mass in a vast, wavering seascape. Lucas and Emily were with her of course, neither of her companions prepared to leave her to go on without them. Lucas was hunched over a bucket as his stomach bucked and rolled in time with the ocean. ‘The day can only get better, right?’ he groaned. ‘Hang in there, Lucas,’ Beatrice said offering comfort by rubbing his shoulders. ‘We’re about to get off.’

​The silence of the fortress was a living thing. In the submarine, the quiet had been a claustrophobic weight, a constant reminder of the tons of ocean pressing against the hull. But here, on the jagged volcanic cliffs of the Azores, the silence was vast and predatory. It was the kind of stillness that preceded a landslide or a lightning strike. The sun had finally surrendered to the Atlantic, dragging the last of the light with it and leaving the sky a bruised, violent purple that mirrored the marks Malakai’s possessive grip had left on my skin.