Audible Sign In Novels & Stories

*TESSA* At noon that day,Audrey paid me a visit.I had sent her a text informing her that I was hospitalized. When she walked in,she had a worried look on her face and she kept talking without realizing that I couldn’t hear a word. I brought out my phone and shot her a text. Me:My eardrums are hurt temporarily and I can’t hear anything at the moment. She looked stunned and she quickly replied. Audrey:How did this happen?

I put my hand on Damien's arm. "I'll go," I said. "Sophia—" "I'll go," I said again. "But not alone in the way they mean. Just not visibly with you." I looked at Zane. "Can you get a signal into that address. Audio. Something that lets you hear what's happening without anyone knowing." "Yes," Zane said. "Twenty minutes." "Then we have twenty minutes," I said. Damien was looking at me with an expression that was somewhere between fury and fear and something underneath both of those that didn't have a category yet.

The screen behind Freeda brightened, and the room leaned in all at once. Her own face filled the display. White dress. Bare wrist. Randy’s hand was beside hers, close enough to look tender. His voice in the clip was warm, almost playful. “Just sign. We’re late.” Freeda heard a few people laugh, the easy laugh of strangers who thought this was a cute behind-the-scenes moment. Then the camera zoomed. Her signature. Her name, clean and clear.

He adjusted his laptop screen, leaned back on the couch, and glanced sideways at Lyriel. "Give everyone a confusing warning sign, alright?" he said in a low tone. "Once I click this button, your voice will be audible. One of my men is already there to make it possible. So, your voice will be connected to their speaker in the hall. They won’t see your face... only hear your voice. Make it sound like you’re laughing at them for being foolish which of course, they are." Lyriel set her cup of ice cream down on the table and straightened up. "I got it."

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she asked, her voice low and intuitive. I nodded ahead, my expression enigmatic. Allison's eyes narrowed, and she leaned in, as if trying to read my mind. I took a deep breath and began to sign, my hands moving in a fluid motion. "So, before I start, I'd like to ask you a question," I signed. Allison's eyes widened, and she nodded eagerly. I continued to sign, "But I'll answer that question first." Her brow furrowed, intrigued. I paused, my hands still, and spoke, my voice barely above a whisper. "What secret have you been keeping lately?"

Brad’s POV The phone buzzed on the bedside table just past eleven. And so I casually raised it up, half-asleep, and blinked at the screen: ‘a push alert from my bank…New sign-in attempt detected. A verification code has been sent to your phone.’ My stomach dropped as I hadn’t touched anything that has to do with any of my accounts all evening. I sat up, and my heart kicked a little faster than it should. Because at once, I knew that someone was trying to log into my account.

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?!

Carlos bowed slightly and tapped the plug in his ear, firing instructions over the Bluetooth device, "When I give you a sign, you fire immediately. If you miss the target, your families will cease to hear from you as well." And over the Bluetooth, voices echoed in unison, "noted, boss."