Attached Audiobook Novels & Stories

A month of finding out I wasn't who I thought I was. I took a deep breath and let my back sink into the seat. The road ahead might be hard. But I had to get there first. The drive from Anatolikos to Dytikos was a never-ending stretch of gray road. It was long, boring, and—thanks to Cain—dead quiet. I had begged him for an audiobook, naming twenty different titles, but he only gave me cold shrugs and grunts. I tried to start a conversation, but I might as well have been talking to the dashboard.

We all slid into the leather seats, Atticus climbing into the back and immediately pulling out the children’s chapter book he’d been obsessed with all weeks. I could already hear the pages flipping as he settled in, legs crossed like a little professor. I glanced over as Alex started the engine, the quiet hum of power filling the cabin. The car ride was smooth, the city passing by in blurs of late-afternoon light. Atticus was quiet in the back, mouthing words as he read, fully immersed.

Julian slammed his hand onto the console. The world went Black. But in the darkness, a single, analog sound began to play. Hiss. Click. Whir. It was the 1977 Cassette Tape. And then, a new voice spoke—a voice that was deep, ancient, and sounded like it was coming from Inside your own head. "Chapter 146: The Reader’s Audit. Warning: By continuing to read, you are consenting to a Physical Transfer of Assets. Please check your pulse. Does it feel... Digital?"

we both let out a laugh. “Thanks Damien.” Damien opens the passenger-side door to the black Audi SUV, and I clamber in. It’s a beast of a car. The engine starts and he reverses the car out of his space in the parking lot. He switches on the sound system as he starts to drive. The interior of the car is just extraordinary. The sweetest and enchanting music of two talented female singers fills the car. God damnit, all my senses are in disarray, so this is doubly affecting. It sends some pleasant shivers down my spine.

"What is that?" "It's the spare key to my dad's old Audi," Atlas said casually, shoving his hands back into his pockets as if he were discussing the cafeteria menu. "It's been sitting untouched in the heated garage at the estate for six months. My father forgot he even owns it. It has all-wheel drive, heated leather seats, and a functioning defroster. Take it." My jaw practically unhinged. I looked around the hallway to see if this was some elaborate, cruel prank designed for an audience, but the corridor was relatively empty, and Atlas’s expression was dead serious.

Suddenly, a detail he'd totally missed hit him. That morning, when he was listening to Tyler's chest... "Daddy, my chest hurts so much," Tyler had said, his voice weak. "It feels like there's water gurgling inside." He had heard something weird through the stethoscope. Not just normal breathing sounds. There were faint crackles. But right then, Isabella had called, asking him to come to Emma's birthday party. He'd quickly pulled the stethoscope away to answer his phone. Crackles...

Just pressure and warmth gripping my thighs and slowly pushing them apart. "Get the fuck off me!" I kick and swing at the empty air and my fist connects with nothing and the hands don't move. They hold my thighs open with a strength that makes my struggling pointless. A voice fills the room. Not from a direction. From everywhere. It’s low and the accent is acient. It’s deep and hot, the kind of voice that voices out erotica audiobooks for me. "I've been waiting two hundred years for someone to stay past midnight. Don't make me wait any longer."

‘Where has this girl run off to this time? Just as he was about to call Alexandra, he suddenly heard a pleasant voice coming from an Audi A7. Who else could that voice belong to if not Alexandra? Plus, next to her, a few salespeople were all maintaining a respectful attitude towards her. “Miss Smith, this is the latest version of the Audi A7 and it’s especially compatible with your personality. Furthermore, it’s not that expensive and has everything included in the package for just 120 thousand dollars. Plus, we’ve got ready stock for this model, so you’ll be able to collect the car within three days.” While the salesman kept on rambling about the car, his eyes kept glancing at Alexandra’s f

Let him focus on his 'effort' to change. However, Adrian is not the name if he acts well when driving this junk car. He's chirping. I can't help but hear everything. "I thought he was dead. He's never visited you, has he? Then why did you visit him? He's a demon, right? You said yourself, in his eyes you just--" "Adrian, shut up," I replied. "Focus on driving or should I take a taxi to get there?" He drives the car in annoyance. Adrian puts on my favorite country music. Although it can't get rid of anxiety, it's quite calming.

he cautions, his voice like bottled thunder, rumbling with verve. I grip on my words, clenching my jaw. I peer over my shoulder to take a peek at my brothers at the backseat. Atticus sits upright with his legs wide open, too long to be kept closed. A far-off look in eyes as he vacantly gazes out the window, a pair of black headphones nestled on his ears, volume blaring at a maximum. Joshua lies beside him, sound asleep, his head propped on his lap. Atticus’s one hand rests on his shoulder and the other absently runs through the dome cut of Joshua’s dark curly hair.