Audio Novels & Stories

Тургенев, Рудин. КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путеш ествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.

𝙸 𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙿𝚂 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚃𝙾 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙸 𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼. "𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚃?" 𝙸 𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝙴𝙴 𝙰 𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙲𝚄𝙻𝙰𝚁 𝙵𝙸�

I switched the call to audio mode, but didn't see the video. Just connected, the man's low and stern voice came through the phone. "Where are you now?"

“We don't have to do this, Jules.” “Just drive, Seufale.” Leo did as instructed, but he grinned at her bossy tone. “Look,” he threw over his shoulders. “The Valentis guys are gaping at us.” “Let them gape,” she said, smiled and raised a hand to wave at the Valentis garage. Then she shot a glance back. “Oh my gosh, Leo, go faster! The microphones are coming for us!”

The phone rings several times before a groggy female voice says, “Hello?” “Hello. This is Braxton Merriweather. I’m sorry to say there’s been an incident….”

"What are you babbling about?" I reach down, picking up my smartphone from the blanket, and hit a single button on the screen. Instantly, a crystal-clear audio recording begins playing aloud through the high-volume speaker of the phone, bouncing off the hospital walls and echoing directly into the ears of every Fang Sentinel in the room.

Haley shouted. "What?" "DO IT!" Ben fumbled with his wrist controls. "Pairing! Pairing! Connected!" Haley hit ENTER. CLICK. A sound cut through the humid, heavy air of the jungle. It wasn't a siren. It wasn't a gunshot. It was a laugh. A soft, melodic, slightly husky laugh. "Okay, tell me again," a female voice said through Ben’s external speakers. The audio quality was grainy, recorded on a phone in a windy place. "Tell me what you're going to do when we get out."

“I don’t know if it’s the adrenaline or something but it’s like there is this extra energy under my skin and I want to expend it in a very specific way” “Let’s make this a very brief conversation, shall we?” I murmured against the shell of her ear. “Goddess, yes” she responded with a little shiver. “Please stop,” cried Alex. “We can’t hear the words, but we can all get the gist of what is going on over there.”

Like he wasn't just waiting for his turn to speak but genuinely processing what I was saying. This was new. Most people listened to me the way you listen to data—absorbing information, categorizing it, moving on. Eli listened the way you listen to someone you're trying to understand. "You're nervous," he said after our food arrived. "I'm not," I said, which was a complete lie. I was approximately 47% nervous and 53% terrified and all of it was showing on my face. "Yes, you are," Eli said gently. "You keep doing that thing where you straighten your fork when you're thinking about what to say next."

I whispered, "can you get the audio? I need to hear what they're saying before the first throat is ripped out." "Working on it," Sage said, plugging a directional mic into her tablet. She pointed the sensor through the slats. "The glass is vibrating too much from the HVAC—give me a second to filter the resonance and isolate the vocal frequencies." "Hurry," I urged, watching Dominic step into Kastor’s personal space.