Audible Novels & Stories

she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Come,” he just said, and I heard very low shuffling. Then it was mostly silence only for some distant noises. They were moving away from the noises. Probably doing their best not to be detected, so I froze, conscious that any noise from me could get them detected. Especially if whoever was attacking had supernatural hearing. I heard a few faint murmurs, but the phone mic couldn’t get it clear enough for me to hear. “Darren?” said Mads voice from the other end of the phone. His voice was tense and low.

Florence, however, found these conversations uninteresting and struggled to pay attention. Startled by the sudden surge of loud music from the stage, Florence dropped her fork in pain. Her right ear was particularly sensitive to such sounds, a condition that her doctor had previously warned her about. An orchestra provided live music for the affluent attendees of the ballroom, but Florence found the noise overwhelming. She struggled to cope with the sound, instinctively holding and covering her hearing aid to alleviate the discomfort.

It's like a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, and I wish I had some insight into his perspective. My heart pounds in my chest as Austin's furious voice fills the room, overpowering everything else. "What the fuck is going on here?" The sheer force of his words sends a shiver down my spine, and I'm left stunned, unable to utter a single word. It feels as if the sound waves of his voice are vibrating and echoing in my ears, intensifying the already tense atmosphere.

EMMA'S POV I couldn’t believe what I just heard. The message Rose had sent felt like a punch in the stomach, leaving me breathless. The words replayed in my mind like a haunting melody, each repetition more terrifying than the last. “You promised me two weeks to make Emma mine for the exchange of your life, but I haven’t seen anything. So, tell me a reason why I shouldn’t send my men to kill you?” My hands trembled as I clutched my phone, listening to those words over and over again, as if doing so would somehow change their meaning. But no matter how many times the audio kept playing , the words remained the same— cold, sharp, and utterly devastating.

kara in front of me converse through a hidden telecom. Now this is interesting and captivating. I focus my attention. "Finally she remembers!" A feminine voice huffs angrily through the telecom. Benefits of enhanced hearing. Voices and noises from earpods, earpiece, headphones, telecoms and much more are easily heard and audible. "It was for the best" Alex defends. Best for what?. I feel lost. "Whatever,How was it?"The voice switches topic. "He declines,he stays to rescue some future casualties" kara responds.

wow…. “It seems like you are going for a wedding” one of the makeup artist couldn’t help but squeal in excitement, “I am a lady but I can’t keep my eyes off of you” Aura smiled as she twirled in front of the mirror, even though she couldn’t keep her own eyes off of herself. Her phone rang again and she immediately answered when she saw the caller ID. “Are you ready?” Malcolm’s deep husky voice filtered into her ears. “Yes I am” she beamed.

Alexa headed to their room wondering what the prince had on his mind that he asked her to see him immediately. As she approaches the door, she swallows some saliva and adjusts her dress and body language to look confident and fearless. She walks towards him and he receives her with a bright smile. "What have you been doing, my dear? ", he asks reaching for her hand. She tries to break free from his strong grip and he responds to her action with a hard, cold glare making her stay still. He closes the distance between them, bending so his mouth would be at her ear level and whispers

*grunts* *groans* *screams* His ears perk up hearing heavy voices coming from the end of the corridor. Theodore frowned at Vishv who ignored his confused look and headed ahead. With each step, the voices got clear to him. Heavy groans, screams, grunts, and punches excite him. The sudden brightness caused his eyes to close for a couple of seconds.

Hence, I crouched slightly, forcing myself to look calm. If I couldn’t hear Zack’s thoughts, I might have already lost control and attacked him. And if I did, the doctors would have me strapped down and signed into a psychiatric hospital. I smoothed the rage from my face and spoke calmly, “Where’s my baby? The one I just miscarried. It wasn’t even three months old.” Zack patted my head tenderly, faking sympathy. “It looks like we need to increase your dosage. You’re still hallucinating. You never got pregnant, and now you’re imagining a miscarriage.”

I can hear voices but nothing is making any sense. Everything sounds muffled like I’m under water. I want to open my eyes but my eyelids feel like they weigh a thousand pounds. I try to swallow but my throat is dry. The voices and sounds start to become less muffled. Is someone saying my name? “Audra. Audra honey, can you hear me?” Whose voice is that? What is that incessant beeping sound? What the hell is on my face?!