Audible Novels & Stories

Eli informed me, wheezing from laughter. I snapped my head to look at the girl. "She can't talk? Why?" My voice sounded way too raspy for me own good, as I spoke. "She's a mute. Was born without vocal cords. When she laughs or cries, no sound is made." Jack said for clarification. "But it's a good thing she can hear." Eli added. I chose to remain silent after hearing all of this. Stealing one more glance at me, the mute girl stared outside the window. And Jack started the car.

I called out, a sense of urgency in my voice, as I instinctively moved in the direction of the sound. From the depths of the bathroom, Guila’s voice echoed back to me, breaking the stillness. “I’m in the shower,” she shouted, her words reaching me like an echo through the tiled walls. It was in that instance of realization that I connected the dots: the auditory sensation I had picked up was indeed the rhythmic symphony of water cascading onto the bathroom floor.

“I’m sorry that I don’t feel the same way towards you.” It was almost impossible how Audrey could hear what he said clearly. The sound of the gushing water from the shower to the floor was supposedly loud enough to made her unable to hear what he was saying but it didn’t work at all. She heard it loud and clear as if everything inside the room at that moment stopped just to honor those words which broke her heart. It was painful and very painful.

Adam mutters. Annalia was able to feel the rhythm of her heartbeat moving throughout her body. The strangest part, though, is that she is already able to hear them despite the music coming from her AirPods. The tension that exists between them is responsible for the deafening silence that permeates the area. Adam drew her closer to him while simultaneously adjusting her weight and gradually assisting her to stand in the proper spot. Holy crap, what the heck just happened?

I can't hear anything for a time because everything is foggy and my head hurts, but then I hear some hazy words that I can't make out for a while. “Is it possible that Auster found you because he knew who you are, huh?”

Audrey jumped over every obstacle Hercules threw at her. She was training in her wolf form. "Now listen, and tell me what you can hear, but can't see." He instructed as he tried to sharpen her senses Audrey closed her eyes to concentrate but couldn't hear anything apart from the sound of birds chirping. "I can't hear anything," she growled. "Block out every distraction, focus your mind." He directed. Audrey closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and trying to concentrate on her hearing. She could hear the faint chirping of birds in the background, but nothing else. Frustrated, she opened her eyes and looked over at Hercules, who was watching her intently.

Azu said. "I'm not that bad. I do know I don't like socializing that well-" "Try at all," Chike cut him off. "You don't like socializing at all." "This is not work where you make your employees panic, eh. Just try and relax. Enjoy the night." Azu patted his shoulder. "Just try smiling a little," Bode advised. "Wow." Kachi shook his head. "you guys are really brutal." The club lights went off as the first alarm started sounding. They heard the MC next as his voice boomed through the mic.

As soon as she entered the bathroom, Daisy started turning on all the faucets to cover up the sound of her retching, causing trouble for Dash outside. Daisy didn’t know that Dash could hear everything clearly outside the living room. He slammed the glass of wine down on the table, "losing all interest." Thirty minutes later, Daisy was still in there, the water spread on the floor. Dash got angry, he stood up, walked into the bathroom, called out a few times to “seem to care”, Daisy was still quiet.

Margaret rushed to the entrance, and his deep husky voice was heard that went as a celebration to her ears. The matron's voice wasn't heard but his sexy strong voice ruled her eardrums. Kyara bit her lip. Just listening to his intensified cavernous tone goosebumps arose in the pit of her stomach. "I do not want coffee, Margaret. I am good. Thank you." He replied to her politely like always.

Feel your anger leaving with every breath you exhaled. Hear me trying to take control of myself. No longer feels the rising fury, I reveal my thought, “I don’t know, Ad, I—” My sentence is cutted by a loud shriek from the front door. “Bryyyyyyyyy, Girrrrrrl. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God!” “What the hell is that?” shouts Ad from across the line. He must have heard her. Like the entire building had have. What the hell indeed, Brother, what the hell indeed.