Audible Novels & Stories

After I moved into my new apartment, my neighbor, Bianca Ferraro, started showing up at my door every evening for a free meal. I lived alone and always cooked more than I needed. For the sake of keeping the peace, I did not mind sharing. That changed one workday at 3:00 am, when someone pounded on my door and yelled, "Open up! My boyfriend's waiting at the bar downstairs. Make me a cheese platter and open a bottle of red wine. I need to bring it down." I opened the door, still half-asleep, and stared at Bianca standing in the hallway. "You're serious?" She rolled her eyes. "Don't act like it's such a big deal. It won't even take you that long." My temples throbbed. "I'm not your pers

"Today is Valentine's Day. How about something exciting at your place—downstairs, in your car?" The voice on the other end was my best friend—Claudia Foster. I froze, confused. Slowly, I stepped closer. James turned around, smiling as he pointed to his phone and signed, "Hold on, babe. It's a client." When I was deaf, he never avoided taking calls in front of me. He would even put them on speaker sometimes. He chuckled softly. "Didn't you say you had a present for me?" Beneath his fake-serious expression was a teasing, playful tone.

Maddox I heard a sound. It was subtle, yet sharp. A rustle against paper, or maybe the faint thump of a foot misstepping on the wooden floor. Then came a vibration, low and mechanical, like a phone buzzing against wood. It echoed loudly in my ears, far too loud for a normal human to catch.

“Faster. Match the rhythm of your breathing – every time you exhale, push deeper. Every inhale, pull back. Let me hear it.” I speed up and the sounds of my hand working between my legs carry through the phone speaker and he’s listening, he’s sitting in his study listening to the acoustic evidence of what his voice is doing to my body from a different room, and the knowledge that he can HEAR how wet I am through a phone is making me wetter.

“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?

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.

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.