Audible Sign In Novels & Stories

she whispered. After a long, joy-filled moment, Alessandro cleared his throat and knelt before the twins. "Now, listen, boys," he said, voice hoarse with emotion. "Just because Antonio has his hearing aid now doesn't mean we're not going to keep learning sign language." Antonio looked confused. Matteo frowned. "But... he can hear now!" "Yes," Alessandro said gently, "but hearing aids help — they don't fix everything. Some days will be harder. Loud places might feel overwhelming. And... sign language is another way to love each other. Another way to say, 'I see you. I'm here.'"

Maria mumbled. "Don't say anything in here," Audrey whispered-yelled. Maria nodded, doing the 'okay' sign with her finger. "Don't forget," Audrey warned as she took her hand off Maria's mouth. "Uhg, I know, I know. Huh, who's that?" Maria looked toward the door as she heard a knock from there. "It's him," Audrey replied.

Alexander kept saying within him. He brought the pen to touch the starting point of the place he was to sign and then he heard, from the device neatly implanted under his right ear. "We're in positions. You go on three....." Alexander was happy, he held the pen tightly and did as if he was signing on the paper. "one......two.....three......now" Alexander heard. Immediately, the door to the room was forced open, that shock on the people on the room gave Alexander the chance to swiftly reach for his son.

“Would you like to sign up as a participant in this year’s Sovereign?” Mirena tilted her head, genuinely surprised. She’d barely announced her intention, and already someone was approaching her—before Logan had even moved. … Interesting. Whatever strings were being pulled behind the scenes, she wasn’t about to question her good fortune. Smiling, she nodded. “Yes. I would.” The man bowed again and gestured toward a sleek digital participant board set beneath a marble arch. “Please follow me to sign up. This way, please.” He said and began leading the way. Mirena started after him, then glanced back at Ada and Logan, flashing them both an easy smile. “Don’t wait up for me.”

he said, stepping closer, voice dropping slightly, “this isn’t some beginner track. If you get in there, you don’t get a second chance.” Alina met his gaze evenly. “I don’t need one.” A pause. That answer sounded insane but unexpected. The laughter died down slightly. Not gone. But weaker. The guy studied her more carefully now. “You registered?” Alina didn’t blink. “Not yet.” He let out a short laugh. “Then you’re already disqualified.” [System Alert: Registration required.] Alina’s eyes flickered slightly. “How?” The guy raised a brow. “You serious?” A beat. Then he jerked his head toward a makeshift booth at the far end.

I copy the phone number attached to the message and call it immediately. Twenty thousand dollars? It sounds unbelievable but fucking sign me up…!

I hadn’t seen anyone at this school sign before—except Wren, who had been bullied for it her whole life. He must have noticed my reaction because he signed again. I’m forty-three percent deaf in my left ear and thirty-three in my right. I’m pretty useless without my hearing aids. I smiled slightly and signed, I understand. He adjusted the umbrella, holding it over both of us, and I couldn't help but stare. His hair was a rich, dark brown, framing his chiseled features, with subtle hints of chestnut undertones that caught the light. It was perfectly messy, with a slight wave that added to his effortless charm.

he offered, his voice filled with concern as he glanced outside and noticed that the rain had stopped a little bit now compared to earlier. Florence, her sobriety slowly returning, raised her hand, signaling for the stranger to wait. She reached for her phone from the table, her fingers fumbling as she navigated the apps. She found the TypeTalk app, a tool she had been using to communicate with people who did not know hand sign language. She typed in her message and pressed the loudspeaker button. A synthesized voice, clear and distinct, announced, “Thank you. You don't need to worry about calling me a cab. I can find my way home.”