Audible Novels & Stories

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...

The man becomes completely camouflaged. A scream rips from Addison’s mouth, ear piercing against the silence. Footsteps thunder down the outside hall. That hateful hiss fills the room again. Unable to see and relying on nothing but the sounds that fills the room, I hear, barely audible, stuttering feeble cries for help tumble out of Addison’s mouth, fear making it impossible for her to speak.

It feels like whatever that awakens inside me is burning all those energies quickly inside my body and rapidly draining me. "Is there something wrong? You've been staring at me the whole time," I curiously ask Clarren. Then something weird happened, I've been hearing whispers of people from different locations, the noises of the utensils from the kitchen, even the laughter of the children playing in the corridor, dripping from a leaky utility sink faucet, sounds of traffic, a horn honking, and an engine revving. The sound is getting louder and louder. These noises are piercing in my ears almost deafening me.

Melinda screamed as her nails scratched Lorenzo's back. Bonnie sat up on her bed as she heard the noise. Was Lorenzo beating up a woman? She thought as she grabbed her white cane and made her way out the door. When she made it to Lorenzo's bedroom door, she leaned against the door trying to hear what the fuss is all about. She frowned when she heard the bed creaking, the headboard banging against the wall, panting, Lorenzo grunting and groaning, a female moaning loudly, calling out Lorenzo's name.

She leaned over, praying that she was right, and typed in a ten character password. Alphastar1. Zehra held her breath as the screen blinked, verifying the password. Seconds later, the black screensaver vanished. Goal. She inspected the desktop and opened a folder named ‘ZM recordings’ which contained a few dated audio clips. She clicked on one and her hand flew to her mouth when she heard her own voice. “-and the facts are massive and astounding. So I’m just saying that I think there’s this shadow government that like, indirectly controls the world-"

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What did that even mean? “I have no idea what you're getting at,”she said to the young girl.”What are you speaking of?” “She has lived in the shadows for a long time,watching and waiting for you.” “You’re not making any sense,”Beth replied,agitation rising in her voice. “Have you not felt her Beth?Here in your home?She watches you,growing stronger every day,she wants your life and she will end it when she’s ready.” Now Beth was getting mad.Were hallucinations supposed to be this annoying?

As she continued walking, something strange happened. Very faintly— She heard a voice. “Help…” Aurora stopped walking immediately. Her brows furrowed slightly. Did someone just speak? She slowly looked around the hallway, but nobody was there except the servants moving quietly through the estate. Then again— “Please… help…” This time, the voice sounded clearer. Weak. Painful. Aurora’s heartbeat quickened slightly. Soon, more voices followed. Crying. Begging. Suffering. The sounds echoed faintly through the pack grounds like whispers carried by the wind.

My body buzzes violently, and I shake my head against the leather board, the chains rattling like thunder through the speakers. "Hear how much of a hungry little cunt you are, Anor?" His voice is deep, soft, and echoing back like a dark, physical caress. The amplified sounds of his heavy breathing and fast thrusts completely fill the space. "That is exactly what anyone standing outside this door will hear." My stomach tightens into a hard knot of pure arousal. "They'll hear my fingers buried deep inside your wet walls." Yes! I can hear my own chest beating deep and loud through the room's subwoofer.

The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and ancient, dried blood. "Kneel, Phineas," Aurelius’s voice boomed through the speakers. It wasn't a request. He used the Alpha Tone—a sonic frequency that hit the brain stem like a sledgehammer. Phineas’s legs gave out. He hit the obsidian floor, his knees barking in pain. "Stop... please..."