Audio Novels & Stories

“How?” Amara stopped near one of the decorative columns lining the ballroom, pretending to admire a floral arrangement while she leaned closer to him. “You see the sound booth?” she murmured, nodding almost imperceptibly toward the raised platform near the stage where technicians hovered over mixers and cables. “This place runs on a centralized audio system. Every microphone, every speaker—wired through one main console.” Damon followed her gaze. “Okay.” “My phone has Bluetooth and a wired audio-out option,” she continued. “Earlier, when we passed the booth, I noticed they left one auxiliary input open. It’s standard—for impromp

The bench creaked slightly under us as he sat beside me, close enough that our thighs touched. His arm reached around me to adjust my posture just a little, and his voice lowered as he spoke. “Relax your hands,” he said. “Don’t hold tension in your fingers.” I let out a nervous laugh. “They’re shaking.” He chuckled, guiding my right hand gently. “Here. These are the home keys. Middle C, and the rest follow.” His fingers ghosted over mine, pressing them lightly onto the cool keys. “Like this?” He nodded. “Good. Now - press.”

Tj1cUzgU2uxTf0m330JogZz4fcAMIRnrD_lx6Grzziy_hYcBHBPKYOqH3dhoS91OHLSV8Y_qgdCQy7ophdfcvj2XRMITj1ppvTOmW1Hl8t_Hko5o4qPebGUkHGJn9sUEizaLh9hhCpJ24sBK4A_6dzbOapVJfyI0Eh1QIXf-LW3YU0IzU1GB8tIlYLf9EMXpdV8b7bNTICfy41xDpuwbQaNZN0-m1T5BzcSqghJTsPu5_hxzu9FhFo2HdeXqnw8uMJ6xs1auQRx6WsmK9Je6_s-fgzos2VdqtTgWc_AvpAO99xTyFUZKoI8ROHswx97Nwo76vw9P-ayFbF8Ka42IAuEduU-Fz3b AAM1RvArhfD5Oevb0hlVfJD_iMufNNoywM3_j4FF_Q_AZ4lakzfpP")

Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet. Ab reprehenderit consequatur ex voluptatem libero ea quibusdam laudantium. Qui omnis veritatis ex iusto iusto a aliquid tempora ab asperiores voluptates id molestias quis. Ut debitis earum aut magnam autem nam incidunt esse non nostrum quia et aliquam rerum quo inventore sequi qui tempora quia? Non consequatur eveniet aut dolorem voluptas ea officia recusandae qui impedit nesciunt ut repellat dolor ut ullam nostrum. Aut omnis nobis ut assumenda libero eum dolorem culpa aut asperiores quod!

I am in heaven when my phone chimes. It's a text from Mo. Mo : *Do not G****e Nate. I'm begging you, don't do it until I'm at your apartment tonight* Well, guess what? Like any other kids with super high curiosity, I do what exactly I am told not to. What the .... ****

And with that, she left, leaving him staring at her behind. Amanda was doing the dishes when her phone began to ring, she walked over and looked at the caller ID to decide if she should answer the call or ignore it. It was Eric, she answered the call, putting it on speaker. "Amanda," he said. "Afternoon Eric," she replied walking back to continue with the dishes. "Uh... How are you doing?" He asked. She shrugged even though he couldn't see her. "Great I guess, you?" "Same. Uh... The reason I called-"

There’s a scuffle, followed by muffled voices before his video call cuts off and I laugh at the scene I can’t witness. “I can’t believe you snuck off to call her and left me there! What kind of nīsan are you? Hello Atlas!” “Hello! Did you kill him?” “Imadani.” I laugh at his attempt at a serious tone, as I hear Yuzuki groan in the background. “You little... tawagoto...” <... shit...> “Ignore him. Atlas-Chan wa dōdatta?”

There was a distant sound and the echo was all I could hear, I opened my eyes one after the other and looked around, I still couldn’t really tell what was around me, it all seemed so dark and blurry. “Olivia! Are you okay?” I turned to where the voice was coming from, but it was still so hard to see anything, all I could hear was the song of droplets of water, or maybe blood. I tried to move, but I couldn’t, it felt like something was stopping my movement, my hands and legs were tied and I couldn’t move it. I closed my eyes and opened it, I did that multiple times just to clear the blurriness in my eyes, by the time I turned to where I had heard the voice the other time, my eyes went widely

he said. A voice replied from the dark. “Then what do we do now?” Merek’s eyes gleamed. “We find the one thing she will kill for.”

Cricket “Christina, where are you?” the creepy voice echoed through the house. I turned the gun’s safety switch to off. “I’m sorry,” he continued. “Your friends call you Cricket, don’t they? Well then, I’m gonna call you that, because you and I are gonna be really good friends.” Where the hell is Minus?