Novel & Cerita Audiobook Read Along

“Are you ready?” “On my way,” I shout back, giving Kitten a stroke on the head and grabbing my bum bag and slinging it around my chest. I’ve got an audiobook playing and want to hear the end, I’m so close and it’s a psychological thriller and I just know there will be an end plot twist. “Hey Mom, how was your morning?”

As we headed home, a voice in my head, one that wasn't my wolf this time, began to think I might be moving toward something deeper than just liking him. ​The drive back was a mix of happy and sad, but we kept it fun regardless. We pulled over at a gas station halfway through Georgia and picked up enough snacks, sweets, and drinks to put a whole class of kids into a sugar crash. We shared our favorite tracks and listened to a good chunk of the first Harry Potter audiobook. It felt like a wonderful dream I never wanted to wake up from.

I suggest you try reading it too. As a binger reader, Audrey also loves reading books to pass time. As such, when she heard another book lover like her suggesting a good book, she was immediately interested in it. "Oh really??? What is that book??" "It is Tsundere Ghost King. try it, it's a great read." "Ohh... Sure. I'll try that one out after I'm done reading with my first novel." "Ohh?? You're also reading one?? What is its title??'

Noble pointed at it: "Not yet, I'll check later." Alina smiled, threw the book to him, and whispered, "Read it, the baby wants to hear it." Actually, she wanted to hear it. His voice was very easy to listen to, especially when he read a book; the words were clear, the voice was low, husky, and sexy. Every time he heard it, Alina's heart fluttered. Noble didn't refuse; he opened a book and started reading to her.

We say our goodbyes and I toss my phone onto the couch next to me, looking around the room. It's quiet when Santos has the kids. Almost too quiet. And there's nothing to do. I've deep cleaned the entire apartment from top to bottom. I've done four loads of laundry and put it all away. I even threw dinner in the crockpot already, so my regular chores are done. I tap my fingers on my leg and the Kindle shoved between couch cushions catches my eye. Ooh. I could read for a bit. What is the name of that author I like? The one who writes about all those bearded brothers? Penelope Reads? Penny Reads? Penny Reid! That's it!

Walking through the doors, I hear the shower running, but the door is closed and music blares from the other side. I pop in my earbuds, hoping to drown out the music with an audio book. I typically prefer reading physical copies myself, but given the circumstances, I would hardly be able to focus on the words. I've read entire books and not remembered a single thing as the words blended together in my mind. Laying back, I hold the bowl of fruit to my chest as words fill my ears, but I’m not paying attention to what they’re saying. Just a string of sounds filling my head in an attempt to drown out the sound of my own thoughts.

I entered mine, went through the three books I had gotten from the store, and set them down on the bed. I folded my arms and read their names. The Claiming Rites, Finding the One, and Under the Red Moon. There was no order in which anyone should read these books, so I sat down and picked up The Claiming Rites. After an hour, I finished reading. The book made zero sense, and then I picked up Finding the One and spent another hour reading through it. While the first book was incomplete, the second made a little more sense. I picked up the third, which I had gone to Zion’s room with. I took my time reading, and another hour went by.

My body sliding down to the floor as I sit on the floor, my back resting on it and somehow, I can tell he is doing the same. After some minutes, I see a book slide under the door, a favorite book of mine as I pick it, his voice saying from the other side of the door "Read to me" Read to me. Just like how he always asks me to. I want to not read, I want to tell him to go away. I know he does not ever listen and actually understand what I say, but he still keeps asking me to read. So I do that. I pick the book, my hands trembling as I flip open a page, my eyes landing on the it as I begin to read "Ben h-has to learn about s-surviving on h-his own. He would miss his g-grandma and her c-cookies

Libro Vitae whispered its voice harmonious. "Libro Vitae, please show me where Alastair is hiding," I asked. The book hummed in response. Libro Vitae became warm in my hands. The cover opened, pages flipped continuously until they suddenly stopped. The words on the page jumped off the paper, floating into the air, wrapping themselves around me. In a blink of an eye, I was pulled into the book. Light flooded my vision. Every sound echoed around me. Voices raced past me, speaking in riddles. Some shouting, screaming, others a dull whisper. Libro Vitae's voice became louder as I watched the trees form around me.

Are you ready? Of course you are. Who wouldn’t be? Right then, let’s begin. Here’s a biographic book review that I can read out to you for my lecture. It’s a bit of a boring piece, but it’s perfect for this exercise. This is a story about a young man who wanted to travel the world and experience everything at least once before he died. His name was Magellan. He lived a few hundred years before our time and it was this ambition of his that opened up the two hemispheres of the world to each other. Ah, did I see you yawn already. Perfect! Time to take off something... let’s start with these shoes. Ah, how liberating. Oh, look at my little toes... perfectly manicured and polished with glossy red