Audible Novels & Stories

The audio filter disguised his natural vocal frequency, rendering it an absolute, robotic drone. "The billionaire thinks he can build a wall high enough to keep out the dark," the filtered voice rasped, the words laced with a cold, mocking amusement that made the muscle beneath my left eye tick aggressively. "You're smart, Ambrose. Your data models are impressive. Your security grid is formidable. But you're missing the primary equation."

The movement causes the hidden earpiece to shift slightly. "Stop fidgeting," Aureliano’s voice whispers in my ear. It is a low, granular sound that vibrates directly against my skull. It feels intimate, possessive, as if he is standing right behind me, his breath hot on my neck. "I can hear your heart rate," he murmurs. "It’s spiking." "I'm waiting for a monster, Aureliano," I whisper back, barely moving my lips. "Forgive me if I have a pulse."

It was pretty dark under the church, so even if they did find the entrance, they wouldn't be able to see him from the opposite side. Will waited, the unnerving suspense had his muscles tensed the whole time. He kept a close eye on the crack to see if he could tell if any shadows passed by. He didn't see anything, however he did hear a couple of voice, but he didn't understand what they said. One voice was the woman who had shrieked, and the other was a deep gruff voice. They talked for a while, but nothing came of it. Will still didn't take any chances and waited in the hole the entire morning. He figured it was safe around noon and relaxed, he was sweating and tired from the stress. He had

She was sure that, whatever it was that she felt, he must have felt it too. They broke the stare and looked elsewhere when Master Thomas, stepped into the class and the murmuring died abruptly. He moved to the board and wrote in bold: ENHANCED AUDITORY TRAINING. Then he took off his glasses... and smiled at them. Talia's heartbeat was racing uncontrollably and she avoided stealing a glance at Damon even though she ached doing so. The pace of her heartbeat gradually slowed down when Master Thomas began teaching. “The human ear can register sound between 20 and 20,000 Hertz. That’s good enough to hear a whisper…" He shrugged and started strolling between the desks.

I heard another dulled squeak as her body friction against the tub floor vibrated once more. Water splashed softly again, followed by yet another squelching noise. Was that her ass on the floor? Thinking about my daughter's butt brought back a recent memory of her wearing a bath towel. I squirmed again, rapidly filling with arousal as it became more evident exactly what it was I was overhearing. Marianne's moans grew louder still. I listened to them and they seemed to flood my eardrums like an audial aphrodisiac. She gasped loud enough for me to hear from where I sat. Still breathing heavily, my daughter's noises began to permeate me, invading every sense in my entire body. I realized I was

Laura replied. “Oh, how are they now? I’m sure they won’t miss you much,” Audrey replied with a smile. “They are fine; Jason was helpful with that,” Laura replied with a smile. “Oh, I see,” Audrey stated, looking amused. Laura looked up to stare at Audrey. “I don’t think you do, at least not what you are supposed to see from the sound of that,” she replied. Audrey chuckled, her tab vibrating as she said, “Well, I am seeing what I am supposed to see perfectly well.”

If they did too little, they would freeze. Audrey descended into the core, her hands glowing with the bronze lines of the Union. She wasn't just a leader now; she was a Tuning Fork. She pressed her palms against the primary thermal conductors, closing her eyes and reaching out into the frozen crust below. She felt the lattice of the ice—not as a dead thing, but as a structure of perfect, geometric order. It was beautiful, cold, and indifferent. "I have the frequency," Audrey gasped, her breath frosting in the air. "Lucas, hit the primary hammers! Give me a steady 440-hertz pulse!"

Felt more than heard. Like pressure sitting against the skin. Alessandre crouched slowly near the source. His eyes sharpened. Tracking the rhythm. The frequency. The pattern. Advanced. Very advanced. But not impossible. He activated the device in his hand. A faint vibration pulsed outward. Invisible waves dispersing through the darkness. Silent to human ears. But not silent to the system. The hum changed instantly. Subtle. But enough. Alessandre watched carefully. The air ahead shimmered.

Adom squints and almost hangs up. "- No, no thank you. None for me," Adom has to stop walking to make sure he's hearing right. It's Alexander. That's definitely Alexander's voice. Adom can pick it out even amongst a crowd, has it embedded in his mind. "Adom? Hey, can you hear me?" Alexander says over the line, his voice warm and soft against Adom's ear.

Abby closed her eyes again because she did not know what else to do. When that young lady was about to fall asleep, suddenly she heard a loud voice, so could not fall asleep. Abby swore spontaneously because the sound disturbed her hearing senses. A woman with thin eyebrows was reluctant to get out of bed because sleepiness still covered her body. The same sound had not stopped yet, which makes the hot chocolate lover even more annoyed.