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Audible presents Baby Doll, an Audible Original, starring Richa Chadha and Jaideep Ahlawat. Baby (Richa Chadha) is a hurt and humiliated sex worker, who takes on a dreaded underworld don, Balwant Rana (Jaideep Ahlawat), to avenge the violent death of her friend. Her desire for revenge triggers a wave of mayhem in this blood-soaked saga set in the hinterland, where the weak barely survive and seldom win.

‘My baby’s been taken,’ I sob into the phone. Blood is everywhere. My fiancé, Alex, is slumped beside the birthing pool, his head gashed open. The baby? Gone. I cradle my empty stomach, my empty arms. And then Alex looks at me — not with love, but with blame. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. The move. The fresh start. The antenatal classes. The new friends. But nothing about this feels right. And as the sirens wail closer, I realize something terrible — someone planned this. Someone in our new life wanted our baby.

Three months ago, I almost got hit by a car. The guy behind the wheel was as gorgeous as they come. We got to talking and… well, things got a little carried away, if you know what I mean. But when it was over, we went our separate ways. Except, not quite. The little plus sign on this pregnancy test tells me our story isn't over. But that's a problem for another day. First, I have to go to my sister's engagement party. When I see who she's marrying, my jaw hits the floor.

I've been hiding from the grumpy mafia heir for six years to protect our son. When my father discovered my pregnancy, I was sent away to Italy. I didn't mind it, I wanted a chance to raise our baby away from the violent world. But now I've been called back to Chicago to marry him and unite our feuding families. He's my brother's best friend, and he's way too old for me.

The haunting new folk horror novel from Lucie McKnight Hardy 'All my fears have vanished, and I realise now that my dreams were not nightmares but a sign of what was to come, how this will end. An inevitability.' Things were looking up for Astrid Aspden and her partner, Kit, until their house...

The day I was told I’d never be able to have a child, my world came crashing down. My husband says he still loves me, but I lie awake at night, wishing we could have a family. One morning, my husband’s side of the bed is cold and empty. I hear a noise and head downstairs. In the middle of the rug in my living room is a wooden drawer. Swaddled inside, with perfect rosy cheeks and beautiful round blue eyes, a baby gazes up at me.

Cynthia is 21, bored and desperately waiting for something big to happen. Unemployed and living with her father, her existence is self-absorbed yet meaningless; her days absorbed by reality TV, social media and an obsession with her striking fitness instructor Anahera. When Cynthia suggests they run away together, it’s not long before Anahera arrives at her door, ready to throw in the towel on her job and her marriage.

Monica needs a change of scenery and a steady income to eliminate her financial worries. Since she previously worked as a personal assistant, it seems like the obvious choice. She gets the job and celebrates with her friend Addison at a bar. And promptly ends up in bed with an attractive stranger....

Letzte Nacht verbrachte ich mit einem Fremden, der mich meinen eigenen Namen vergessen ließ. Heute Morgen ist er mein neuer Chef. ...Und in genau 12 Wochen werde ich ihm sagen müssen, dass er Vater unseres Kindes wird. Letzte Nacht ließ ich mich von einem Fremden gegen eine Badezimmerwand drücken, bis ich nicht mehr atmen konnte. Jetzt? Dieser Fremde ist Troy Gunner – Milliardär, Bastard und mein neuer Boss. „Ms. Durall." Die Art, wie er meinen Namen sagt, verrät mir, dass er sich an alles erinnert. „Willkommen bei Gunner Industries."

Most expectant mothers talk to their unborn. But what if the unborn starts to respond? Mahika is hoping that a baby will breathe new life into her dead marriage. But all her pregnancies meet the same fate, because no baby is perfect for Shivam, her genius geneticist husband. Until there is one...

When his girlfriend throws him out during the pandemic, Bambi has to go to his uncle's house in lockdown Lagos. He arrives during a blackout, and is surprised to find Aunty Bidemi sitting in a candlelit room with another woman. They both claim to be the mother of the baby boy, fast asleep in his crib. At night Bambi is kept awake by the baby's cries, and during the days, he is disturbed by a cockerel that stalks the garden. There is sand in the rice. A blood stain appears on the wall. Someone scores tribal markings into the baby's cheeks. Who is lying, and who is telling the truth?

Welcome to the fast-paced, high-stakes world of Rasheed, an antihero you'll love to hate, much like Scarface. Caught up in a game of fast money, faster women, and a hustler's dream, Rasheed's secrets and lies threaten to sever his alliance with his baby's mother, Michelle.

The last time I saw Joanna, she was just a kid, following me around like a puppy dog. But now that she's all grown up, those curves make me want to get behind her. Make her moan my name. Her overprotective brother would never let it happen. But I like a challenge. It can be our little secret. Until her abusive ex-boyfriend shows up in town and ruins everything. If he even tries to lay a finger on her...he'll regret it. I'll do anything to protect my new family. No matter what.  

A full-cast, unabridged production of Cry Baby, the gripping prequel to Mark Billingham's acclaimed debut, Sleepyhead. Starring David Morrissey, Robert Glenister and a full cast of actors, with the narrator played by Mark Billingham. Cry Baby is the shocking first case for one of British crime...

Annie’s life looks perfect on the surface. Peaceful mornings in her beautiful tumbledown cottage, working from home while looking out over the daisies in the bottom of the garden. But there’s a reason Annie never ventures into town, a secret she’s hiding about where she’s from. A secret...

To the world, I'm @HappyWife. Online, people only see my picture-perfect home, my handsome husband, Nick, and my beautiful baby, Thomas. They don't see the real Gemma Adams. They don't see my past, the dark secrets I'm hiding in my marriage. They don't see the fear I live in every single day. But I know someone is watching me. And now, they've taken Thomas. I just don't know why.

I'm having my bosshole's baby. Safe to say that's not ideal… especially because he doesn't even know. As a matter of fact, Kirill is clear across the country, and I'm pretty sure he's never coming back. That's fine. My daughter and I will be a-okay without him. At least, that's what I thought. Five years goes by like pulling teeth. I learn something. It hurts to do this alone. It hurts to do this without him. It hurts to know what could have been if only we hadn't both been so unbelievably stubborn with our hearts. Then, one day, just when I think I can't bear to hurt anymore, he's back.

Growing up, the ice was my safe space. I excelled at playing hockey. However, these days, it's hockey players who provide sanctuary—one bed at a time. We have an arrangement. I offer them a night of pleasure, and in return, they grant me all the temporary, artificial love I can get my hands on—a chance to feel whole. Happily ever after doesn't exist where I come from, but I crave it just the same. It was a foolproof system. Until Barrett. One night with him was all it took to tear down walls and crack the facade I worked so hard to build.

Nicholas Morra sa perfettamente qual è il suo posto nel mondo: tra le strade degradate di Corviale, in bilico tra il crimine e la disperazione, senza una via di fuga. Ma una notte, in un vicolo buio, tutto cambia. Altea De Santis non ha scelto Corviale. Lei e la sua famiglia sono finiti lì per necessità, strappati a una vita che aveva tutto fuorché la stabilità. Lei, però, non è il tipo che abbassa la testa. È troppo orgogliosa per lasciarsi sopraffare, troppo testarda per scappare. Così, quando si trova faccia a faccia con Nicholas, capisce subito che è pericoloso, imprevedibile.

ME: Staring down at the sweet baby in my arms, I feel panic instead of love. Because this isn’t the child I gave birth to. My husband whispers to the midwife. They all think I’m going crazy. But the tiny boy in my arms is crying again. I’m certain: he knows I’m not his mummy. And I’ll do whatever it takes to get my son back.