Audiobook Fans Novels & Stories

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she snickered. "Well, I love fantasy, action, thriller and suspense books but those books were different" he spoke with excitement. He liked talking about his favourite books. "Why?" "Is this an interview questions?" he chuckled while she smiled shyly at him. "Answer, maybe I can read it" "ARB101 book is a short story but I love the begin of the book, it started with Whatsapp chat while Adiya Amir is the sweetest of all. The book inspires me a lot" he finished.

Arian's pov I never thought a book club meeting could feel like a battlefield. Today, we are reading The Art of Forbidden by Linda Lively, and from the very moment I flipped through its pages, my face had been hot. The story is about a powerful president who was secretly in love with his male secretary, and if that wasn’t bold enough, the prose was filled with intimacy, longing, and heat. Naturally, everyone thought it would be for people to take turns reading aloud. But I wasn't really in the mood to read, not after what the police said to me.

“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.

Yetunde reported numbers that continued to grow in the particular quiet way of a book that was moving through genuine recommendation rather than marketing momentum. The podcast with Funke had aired and had generated its own response — women writing to say they had listened to the conversation and then immediately bought the book, women who had read the book and found in the podcast something additional, the particular difference between the written voice and the spoken one that produced in listeners something the reading alone had not quite produced. She had done two more events.

Her younger sister connected her phone to the tiny Bluetooth speaker her mother gifted her last year, and the voices of characters from her favourite audiobook echoed in the room. Hana chuckled. Cara frowned. Hana was the first one to react, she reached for her younger sister’s hand, and her head lowered to Cara’s shoulder. They stayed in their bubble, listening to the audiobook and the calm voice of the narrator telling them about characters that didn’t exist, characters with a better life. And for a little while, Hana was able to pretend everything was fine.

It's still an odd feeling but I think I’m getting used to it. “How is she?” Athena asks. “She cried herself to sleep watching A Walk to Remember.” I tell her. Rhea sighs. “That’s no good. She dies in the end.” “Yeah, so I’ve heard and apparently the book was worse. I don’t remember seeing her reading it.” Rhea cringes and fidgets nervously. “I may have gifted the audio book to her.” Of course, she did. My sisters are just as bad as me when it comes to spoiling Lilly and Blue. So, if Blue mentioned the book my sister would buy it even if Blue didn’t ask. Just mentioning it would be enough, and clearly that’s what happened here.

Ella POV. I fell asleep between them drinking my warm milk, I was never this warm or full in so long. I woke up still in their arms, I loved that daddy read me to sleep, I love stories, books, and he's the best story reader ever, he did the voices and everything.

The hot audiobook narrator continued in his breathy voice, “I demanded, pulling her close by her hair.” Damon raised his brow, and I quickly blurted, “Alexa, play Despacito.” But of course, I had an iPhone, and the audiobook kept going, the voice actor whispering, “‘Mhmm, good girl. Now touch it—fuck, yes.’” I pursed my lips hearing the groan, and Damon crossed his arms when I went back into the bathroom and stopped the audiobook. I finally took a breath and slowly walked out, even though I wanted to die from embarrassment.