Audible Novels & Stories

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.

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 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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They stopped when they saw her and moved away from the casket,beckoning her to come closer. An unknown peace came over her as she inhaled deeply and felt her horror and apprehension dissipate as she crossed the short distance between herself and the casket. Looking down,Beth stared at her own face. “How is this possible?”she asked,touching her hair,her face,her arms,as if to make sure she was still breathing and living.This was unbelievable.She was staring at her own corpse in morbid fascination. The tallest of the singing children,a beautiful young girl with the voice of an angel,was the one to answer her.

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.

a rough voice shouted over the wind. Instantly, the quiet sanctuary was shattered by the deafening roar of gunfire. Angela clamped her hands over her ears, tears streaming down her face. She heard the sharp, distinct cracks of Mike’s handgun, followed by the heavier, rapid thud of automatic weapons. Wood splintered and glass shattered. She could hear the heavy thuds of bodies slamming against the furniture as a brutal, high-stakes confrontation unfolded in the small room.

I'm battling with him, and interruption right presently will demolish it. The dissent becomes bigger and bigger and afterward begins to shout like a train whistle, high and incredibly irritating. It develops into a lion's thunder, ceaseless with power, releasing its fierceness. The haunting order begins to battle additionally, filling in volume similarly. My head and heart are beating. Seems as though I will be hard of hearing for the following couple of days.

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