Audiobook Read Along Novels & Stories

The only thing she wanted to do right now was just to…. Her thoughts were interrupted when Nathan whispered her name and she jolted back to reality. “Aren’t you gonna read to me again?” Just then, the sound of thunder resonated in their ears and his lips curved into a smile. “Even the heavens want to hear your story, Nessa” Gulping, Audrey threw open the book and began to read…..

He read as though it were a procedure. This was the only way I could describe it. He held the book at a reasonable angle and he read at a pace that was neither rushed nor artificially slow, the pace of someone who had determined the correct pace through prior consideration and was now implementing it. He did not do the voices. He did not add editorial commentary or pause to discuss the illustrations. He simply read, steadily and clearly, the words on the page in the order they were written. The book was about a bear and a rabbit who were trying to determine which of them could stay awake longer.

She had to let him go. Starting her Kindle app again, she loaded her book and instructed Oliver to read it to her. Once his familiar British voice chimed in, she closed her eyes and settled the iPad beside her, allowing herself to become lost in the story of ancient symbols and mysticisms that seemed well understood by Robert Langdon.

The room felt warmer somehow, though neither of us had moved closer. I turned the page. “Fine. No nicknames. Yet.” His shoulders dropped a fraction. Relief. He didn’t want the kind that made him feel human. I lifted the book. “Are you sure you want me to read this? It’s kind of boring.” “I want to hear you.” Something hot coiled in the pit of my stomach. I cleared my throat and focused on the words. I read the first paragraph slowly, letting the cadence settle. My voice filled the room, soft and even, just above the quiet of the storm. Mikhail closed his eyes like he was letting the sound sink into him.

he muttered. “Yet you stay,” I murmured near his ear. He fell silent, the faint hitch of his breath giving him away. I guided his hands back to the book. “Read,” I said. His voice was low when he began, careful and clear, carrying the rhythm of an old tongue. I watched the movement of his mouth more than I listened to the words. My hands rested at his waist, my thumbs brushing idly against the thin fabric of his robe. He read for a while, until his body eased, the tension melting without him noticing. The firelight caught in his hair, and the sound of his voice filled the room like something sacred.

I raise my eyebrows and subtly wipe my sweaty palms on my jacket. “I asked what type of books you like to read?” He repeats. “Oh.” I shrug. “I’m a Plath kinda gal. The Bell Jar?” He nods, smiling. “Good book.” I smile back at him, and the awkward energy between us returns. Thankfully, the bus starts to move, and we look away from each other. He goes back to reading South of the Border, West of the Sun. I focus on untangling my earphones and then listening to a Chase Atlantic playlist on repeat as we leave Acadia City behind. There’s a reserved, content energy in the bus, and I revel in it.

He was the only one that can read those message and upon reading the message he immediately stands up and leave. STATS OF IMRE: Strength: Max level 100 HP Power: 75 HP Intelligent: 85 HP Agility: 35 HP The leader of Green Eyes was named Liam. Liam receive the message of Mother Tree while he was helping the people to clean the water of the river. He read the message at the water but only Liam can read that message. And Liam bid his goodbye in a nice manner to the people he were with at that moment before he left.

She walked to the doorway, leaning against the frame. Liam sat on the edge of the bed. He opened the book. He cleared his throat. "In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit..." His voice was deep, resonant, filling the small room. He didn't just read; he performed. He gave Gandalf a gravelly, wise voice. He made the dwarves sound grumpy and loud. Ethan was mesmerized. He lay perfectly still, his eyes fixed on Liam's face, hanging on every word.

he adds. Can I really read these out loud?