Audible Mga Nobela at Kwento

DIAMOND POV: The sound of my voice shocks everyone, even me. I stop completely, swallowing hard. At first I thought it was just some kind of fake connection that my brain makes since I can expand my disabilities whenever Alice is around, but it's not. I can feel the sound of my own voice making vibrations on the floor. My hand freezes against the edge of the podium. Is this really happening?

“You are clinically insane.” A soft amused sound echoed faintly through the speakers and I hated how aware I’d become of his reactions already. It wasn’t a full laugh. Adrian rarely sounded openly emotional. But there was always something beneath his voice now. Something subtle. Entertained maybe. Which somehow made him more dangerous. I rolled onto my back slowly again before glaring toward the ceiling. “You listened to my entire conversation?” “The house audio system monitors unusual emotional distress.” “That is the most manipulative rich-person sentence I’ve ever heard.”

I heard a woman's voice answer him. My eyes widened and I immediately put one of my earbuds closer to the slightly open door as I listened with the other. My Elite Ai is my earbuds, but since I'm the one to develop them, I made mine more advanced. Audio Amplifier is activated in my earbuds and thanks to that, I can hear their conversation well, no matter how hushed they talk. Thinking the woman was the Director's lover, I recorded their conversation. Really. The Director is still fishing for women in his old age. I shook my head. This old window wants to spice up his romance, huh?

Every sound was as audible as a crash. She heard every one of Henry's breaths rumbling against her glistening chest. She felt the warm, moist air move over her sex-sensitive skin, gliding over fine hairs stood on end by the goosebumps lifted as a result of a second finger overtly digging into her now-dripping entrance. Her whimper of pleasure echoed in her ears.

she insulted him with a mocking look. "T-that's not it, I accidentally," said Adel. "Hahahah, what the heck? why is your voice so strange? hahaha, you are dubber huh? or how is your voice so weird? Haha .... " He scoffed, laughing. Adel bowed softly, "This is my real voice," said Adel briefly. “Hahah … seriously? Gosh it's so cute! It's crazy to want to feel numb, my cheeks are laughing," He continued again.

I can hear something beeping and it annoys me. I hear voices talking in hushed tones, then a man's voice raised in anger. I hear sneakers squeaking on the floor. Cool hands touch my arm, poke and prod me. These things all annoy me. I'm pretty sure death shouldn't be so fucking annoying. The beeping, the hushed voices, everything, they all suck balls.

Angelus said to herself solemnly while looking at the sky, still on her knees. Getting up from the ground, Angelus took a deep breath and started using her supernatural hearing to listen attentively. Only her knew what she was looking for. While listening attentively with her supernatural hearing, Angelus could hear horns of cars, distant chattering, club music, couples quarreling. ”Fuck! Where are they?! Angelus asked no one in particular while using her supernatural hearing to listen attentively. After ten minutes of listening for God knows what, Angelus started to hear sounds of birds chirping, sounds of animals, sounds of heartbeats, and chattering that seemed to her like they were havin

Just for a second. Then— “…because you’re not alone.” Her heart stopped. Just for a second. “What?” A whisper. Barely sound. But inside— everything screamed. “I can’t see them.” Adrian said quietly. “But they’re still here.” Aurora’s fingers curled slowly. Instinct. Fear. Survival. “Then how do you know?” A pause. And then— “Because I can hear them breathing.” Aurora’s breath caught in her throat. No.

"Behold, our very own creation of Fyadust." Out of the blue, Audrey’s ears managed to single out a resounding voice of an elderly man. His voice has a clear ring to it making his words distinguishable despite all the clamor simultaneously going on at the center of the plaza. As such, right at that instant, Audrey was able to tell that the other party was imploring some kind of mystic arts that allowed him to use his voice as an effective medium to relay his thoughts clearly among the masses, regardless of the on going rabble.

The sound reverberated through the quiet corridor, and I anxiously waited for a response. After a brief moment, I heard a faint clapping sound coming from inside the room. It was Aurelia, signaling me to come in. I pushed open the door gently and stepped into her space, my eyes immediately scanning the room for any signs of distress. Aurelia, unable to speak, gestured at me, silently questioning why I had come. I approached her with a mix of concern and relief, grateful to see her safe.