Audiobook Night By Elie Wiesel Novels & Stories

She didn’t know what she was saying yes to anymore. Albert exhaled sharply. Somewhere behind her, the low hum of traffic faded. It felt like falling through darkness. ————— Inside her apartment, silence had grown thick. The overhead lights were off. A single floor lamp glowed in the corner, casting a warm circle of light across the hardwood floors. Rain tapped against the windows, the same steady rhythm that had haunted her dreams.

My demonic phone must think it’s at an audition with this enthusiastic performance it’s giving…Oh God, why won’t it shut up! If I can get my sadistic phone and put it on silent, maybe I can get in another thirty minutes of sleep, I contemplated. Deciding to do just that I began to feel around for it…space, space, space, silky sheet, is that a feet?!! My eyes snap shot open, and immediately closed back;uhh, my head hurts… wait, did I just see a feet, curious I slowly peeped through an eye. Why am I staring at a feet?, those can’t be mine right?, I was never good at gymnastics and there’s no way my feet could be that close to my face, not to talk of how big they look right now.

He hugged her tightly, his small arms squeezing around her neck, then crawled across the bed to Nikolai, who had been sitting quietly on the other side, book resting on his knee. “Night, Dad,” Pascal mumbled, wrapping his arms around Nikolai’s neck. Nikolai hugged him back, one hand steady on Pascal’s back. “Night, buddy. But wait…” Pascal pulled back just enough to look up, blinking slowly. “What?” Nikolai reached for the book Tiana had set aside. “One more story. Short one. Dad’s turn.” Pascal’s eyes lit up despite the yawn. “Really?” “Really,” Nikolai said. He opened the book to a different page, one they hadn’t reached yet, and began reading in a low, steady voice.

Although Nathaniel had given me permission to stay out late, it was of no use. I was going to go upstairs, drink water, sleep, and in the morning, I would figure out what came next. Mainly because that was all I could do right now. But first, I would have to call Pamela. She needs to understand that Elliot tricked me. The lights were on in the living room. I almost walked past because Nathaniel always had the lights on for some reason; he often left them on when he fell asleep, resting on the couch after a long shift. I had covered him with a blanket more times than I could count over the past two years.

He held Alistair close as he read him a bedtime story. The book was written entirely in Albionese. Though the vocabulary wasn't overly complex, it was still a little challenging for a five-year-old. Even then, Alistair understood most of it, his attention fully captured. Ezekiel read aloud fluently, his deep, magnetic voice flowing through the room. A tender glow shimmered in his eyes. "Hey, Dad, your phone is ringing." Though barely awake, Alistair caught the phone's vibration. Ezekiel closed the book, his dark eyes slowly drifting to the phone on the bedside table.

"Good sleep?" A voice said, waking her fully from her snooze . She opened her eyes from her dizzy sleep and looked at the other side of the room, A captivating man was sitting on the fancy couch close to the bed with both legs crossed. He looked well built through his robes, like a man who was desired by many. But still covered with his mask.. "Good morning" he said, grabbing on a glass of wine close to him Laura bit her lips shyly as she replied " Good morning Mr..A "

Joy smiled, as she finished her brief summary of the book. "Wow. I am speechless. What later happened? Did he give in or disciplined himself?" Kevin and Rachael simply looked on as the two were speaking. "It is left for you to find out. The title of the book is WEIRD FEELING BY PROF ISRAEL. Do search it up on G****e, so as to know which app you can easily read it from. I am eagerly waiting for the part 2 of that book," Joy stated, as Andrew nodded.

The book is a mild chapter book and the label reads "Hank the Cowdog" "We won't be able to read all of this tonight is that ok?" I ask as I begin to open the book. "Can we read some every night until it's finished?" She asks. "Sure I think we can do that." I reply and then clear my throat and begin reading.

He shifts back; putting a seat between us and truly looking horrified. Bibah simply shakes her head at our childish shenanigans and takes a sip of her iced latte, metal straw clinking in the Hydro Flask. “The Awoo Book Club’s pick for this week is H.P Lovecraft.” She pats the voluminous book atop the pile and I notice it’s the library copy of H.P Lovecraft’s Omnibus 3. “I’m so excited to roast his ass.”

Flashback "Rania my child always remember that your mom and dad loved you, stay here and you will stay safe" Mrs. Alejandro said with trembling hands as she hugged her daughter for one last time and kissed her forehead; "Don't come out of here, Okay", Her mother said before closing the walk-in closet door. The 9 years old girl who was petrified sat down on the floor and brought her knees to her chest - she cleared the tears from her face with the back of her hand swallowing the dry lump forming in her throat. She leans towards the door trying to hear the noises coming from downstairs;