Audio Book Novels & Stories

I just wanted to get back to my books. I made my way down each aisle with a cart full of books. I could hear Mayor Pippins a few rows over, making up false stories about the town’s history. I shook my head and continued to put books away. I had one bluetooth headphone in my left ear, playing jazz music as I took my time putting the books back. This was my therapy. I was halfway through my cart when I heard a man’s voice behind me. “Excuse me.” The voice said.

Otherwise, he was very intimidating. “Sure,” I picked up my book and handed it to him. He’d be like my very own audiobook with his majestic velvety voice.

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Lex laughing while clapping his hands. "But the most corrupt politician." Lex continues with his insult to Senan. Senan didn't like what he just said and was starting to get mad by the words of Lex. "How about you Lex? You are the number one drug lord in the land. How good is that?" Senan exclaimed while his eyes was full of power to kill him but he tried to be calm. With those words that was heard by each Alpha's and the madness it brought to their ears. Just like the wolves that has a little patience in dealing their enemies. They quickly transform each other.

she said. Audiobook narration and voice acting are very different. The former focuses on storytelling skills, while the latter brings their character to life through their voice. "That's fine. I appreciate a good story," Keegan concurred. 'I can't believe this man! I was going to impress him with my voice-acting skills, yet he's asking me to read him a book!' Stella pursed her lips and reluctantly agreed. "Alright. What do you want me to read?" Keegan opened a short story on his phone and handed it to her. Stella skimmed through a few pages, finding the content somewhat lackluster. The male lead appeared to be a scholar from the city, while the female lead was a widowed tavern owner.

I ask curiously as I pick it up and hold it delicately in my fingers. "It's a recording, of me reading the entire book of Pride and Prejudice out loud" He explains with a wide grin. "I just figured that since it's your comfort book and there comes a time where I'm not there with you when you need me, maybe it would be something you'd want to listen to" His words make my eyes start to well up with tears. Rhode's voice has brought me so much comfort the past few years, hearing him talking is enough to soothe almost any anxiety that I have. I've asked him many times to read aloud to me if I'm having a rough time or I can't sleep and he's always done it without complaint or hesitation. But if he

“A story?” “Yeah! The fox one.” He reached toward the small stack of books on his bedside table. “Mommy always reads it!” My throat tightened. I forced a small smile and took the book. “Alright. The fox it is.” The pages felt rough beneath my fingertips. I cleared my throat and began. “Once upon a time, there was a fox who lived—” Aaron frowned, tilting his head. “You sound weird.” I blinked. “Weird?” “Your voice is funny.”

I’ve never heard of it. I’m not much of a reader of books. I’m too distractible. When the money started to come in from the farmers’ market, I got into audiobooks, though. The sound doesn’t exactly drown out the pecking voice, but I can kind of focus on the narrator, and it really helps the day go by better.

He was here for me. When we finally settled down into our usual circle, Linda Lively's book was opened, I noticed the way Kael handled his copy. Like it was something worth respecting, worth holding carefully. It made me smile. “Kael,” April said suddenly, her grin mischievous, “why don’t you read for us?” I half expected him to decline. To smirk and shake his head like reading aloud was beneath him. But instead, he nodded. Took the book and cleared his throat.

“We improvise it live.” Pauly handed her a slim, battered paperback—Mockingbird, cover worn, pages gutted to hold a wafer-thin transceiver and a micro-SD slot. “Your new copy. Same weight as the real one. Press the title twice if you’re burned; it wipes your last three hours and plays an audiobook. Press the author twice and it pings us with location.” She slid the book into her tote without looking. “And if I press the spine?” “It complains about being objectified,” Pauly said.