Audio Novels & Stories

As the phone rang, uncertainty and anticipation intertwined, creating a mix of emotions that echoed the roller coaster of the day. When Ace answered, his voice was calm but with an underlying tension. "Lisa, what's up?" "I need to talk to you, Ace. It's important," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. There was a brief pause before he responded, "Sure, we can talk. What's on your mind?" As the conversation unfolded, I found myself laying out my concerns and fears. Ace listened attentively, his responses measured. The dialogue, though difficult, was necessary for both of us to understand each other's perspectives.

“W-what…” Someone at the other end has been recording the meeting, he sent the voice audio recordings to an unknown recipient tagged as ‘D’

Beep, beep, beep... Riley hit the snooze button on her phone. Five minutes later, the same annoying alarm sounded, and this time, she didn't ignore it. It was 6 A.M. and she knew she needed to shower and get ready for her breakfast date with Ethan. As she got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom, she heard her phone vibrate, so she ran over and grabbed it to see, "Good morning, beautiful. Meet me at the diner in town for 8?". She beamed and replied with a "heart emoji, see you then," text right back. She placed her phone back down and grabbed her towel, heading for the shower.

A pack member shouldn’t be scared of his leader; he should respect them I walk over to the corner where all the wolves were hanging out. “ I heard that the vampire crown prince killed a werewolf once, “ I heard a wolf whisper. Ethan’s head turned at his title. It was true vampires could hear a mile away. He headed over to us. His movement was tense. “ Excuse me, “ he said reaching for one of the beers. “ Isn’t it like impossible for vampires to get drunk, “ Joline said very tipsily.

I never answer unknown calls but in case it was Jayce I wanted to pick up. I clicked the answer button and quickly said hello. Nothing could have prepared me for hearing his voice. "Good Morning Alexa. How have you been these past two years?" As I heard his voice I immediately began feeling the anxiety from earlier return. I sank down further on the bed feeling the anxiousness in my stomach start to rise. All of a sudden I felt queasy and sick to my stomach. I prayed I didn't vomit but I could feel myself wanting to. My heart started to race and the vision of him standing over me flashed through my mind. I could see his ice cold blue eyes staring back at me and I shivered.

As she snuggled deeper into him with a sigh, he realized she probably did, the vixen. "Okay, I'll be serious. I hear insects." "Too easy, keep listening. Expand your senses. Let yourself really hear." She stopped wisecracking, and her breathing evened. Her words came slowly. "Birds, somewhere to the left. I hear water, something like a stream." Her body leaned forward, and he braced her lest she land on her face in her trance. "Voices. A mother telling Peter to stop bothering his sister." Parker smiled. Whether she believed it or not, Bailey had tapped into her enhanced hearing. "Go on."

When I finally ran out of desperate words, he steepled his fingers and studied me like a piece of meat on the cutting board. “I can give you the time off,” he said slowly. “Paid. Plus extra for the missed shifts. But nothing’s free anymore, little girl. You know that.” Relief and dread crashed into each other inside my chest. I nodded quickly. “Whatever you want. Just… please.” He opened his desk drawer and pulled out a small black box. Inside was a sleek, teardrop-shaped silicone plug, slightly curved, with a flared base and a wireless remote beside it. It wasn’t huge, but it looked heavy. Sinister.

I said. Fen looked at Antonio. Antonio gave a small nod. Fen clicked. It was an audio file. I leaned forward. The file name had no label. Just a date and a string of numbers. "Play it," I said. Fen pressed play. And then I froze. The voice that came through the speaker was low and careful. It was tired. It was trying to stay calm. And I knew every sound of it, every pause, every breath. It was my father.

I cranked the volume up, thinking that if it was a software issue, maybe the sudden blast of sound would reset the audio driver. The laughter surged with the volume. It didn't just get louder; it became clearer, more vibrant, more amused. I panic-pressed the "Volume Down" button. The laugh receded, dropping into a deep, guttural rumble that vibrated against the floorboards. It was tracking the volume control perfectly. Whatever was making this sound was plugged into my system, mimicking my input, feeding off the signal. "Alright, that’s enough," I muttered, my voice sounding thin in the darkened room.

My right hand dropped into my coat pocket. My fingers closed around the cold glass of my phone. The small black device felt three times heavier than usual. I pulled it out. My thumb pressed the side button. The screen lit up white against my palm. I tapped the audio application. The file name was at the very top of the screen. I pressed the centre of the glass. Static crackled through the small speaker first. Then came the sound of breathing. It was wet, uneven, and loud. It sounded like a man trying to catch his breath after running up a hill.