Audiobooks For Tweens Novels & Stories

She unpacked her tote bag, setting out a small tin of cookies, a travel mug of tea, and a worn copy of Anne of Green Gables. “Read it to my class every fall,” she said to no one in particular. “Even the boys liked it, though they pretended not to.” When no one responded, she simply opened the book and began to read aloud. Her voice was smooth and soft, like old velvet. Carter crept closer. Meredith didn’t look up, but she stopped scrolling. Later that evening, Richard returned home to the smell of apple slices baking in cinnamon and sugar. He paused in the foyer, confused.

Realizing what he had done, he sighed, and his shoulders sagged. “Buckley watches documentaries on his laptop. As-“ His eyes went wide as they landed on his mother and her cocked eyebrow as she realized what he started to say. “He doesn’t know how to use headphones and we all get to listen to whatever he has on. Lately it’s been Greek and Roman history.” “At least you are learning something.” Jaxon laughed. “I sympathize.” Ty gave him a small salute. “There’s a guy on shift that listens to audiobooks. Let me correct that. There’s a guy that plays audiobooks for the rest of us.”

And so, in the heart of their private library, amidst the whispered secrets of countless books, the Hills family found solace and joy in the most unassuming of moments—a hammock gently swaying, the magic of a story unfolding, and the bonds of love weaving a tapestry that transcended the opulence that surrounded them. Ian's voice, a melodic caress of words, wove tales of far-off lands, brave heroes, and enchanted forests. The twins, their eyes reflecting a world of imagination, giggled and cooed in response. The rhythmic sway of the hammock created a gentle lullaby that seemed to synchronize with the narrative's ebb and flow.

If his bedroom looked like this, I didn’t want to even see the bathroom. It was one eighty degrees from the rest of the house. It wasn’t nasty. It was just chaotic. I decided an audiobook wasn’t what I needed. What I needed right now was to put on my relaxing playlist. A little Childish Gambino, Yuna, The Verve, Bruno Mars, and Maroon 5 were all I needed right now. A girl I knew in middle school noticed I had two songs on there when I got it for my thirteenth birthday. She was nice enough to load almost fifty songs on there. Varying from Rock to R&B. I added a few more songs on there over the years.

I realized I was listening for a couple of minutes already so I just decided to buy the cassette tapes and the player since I still had some loose money from my savings. When I got out, I took the cassette tape and put it inside the player, and strolled around as I was listening to it. I never really tried audiobooks back then since I was more of a visual learner, only to realize that audiobooks are great too. I let my feet take me anywhere they wanted to go as I let the time pass by me while listening to the audiobook... I felt peaceful. For a while, I felt like my mind wasn't in haywire, and I felt a little better than before. Maybe it was because I was trying to be okay in ways I never tr

"God, please send me a dictionary to understand her language. Please, have mercy on your beloved child." * * * "This. No. This one, but I like the synopsis of this book, but this book came last month and it has been on my TBR for a long time." Huffing, I brushed my finger to another book. "What about this? It's about a time traveler." I got another from the shelf, read the synopsis and my mouth formed an O. "Wow. Twisted Alice in Wonderland story?" I placed both the books on Kabir's hand. "This on aliens. Which one should I buy? They all are so appealing."

Stuffed animals lined the shelves, their button eyes twinkling mischievously. Theo's small hands eagerly reached for a stack of picture books, their pages adorned with whimsical illustrations. Hazel's voice carried a melody of excitement and anticipation as she read aloud, bringing the characters to life. Theo's eyes widened with each turn of the page, his imagination taking flight. As the story unfolded, Hazel's voice rose and fell, painting vivid pictures in their minds. They journeyed through enchanted forests, where talking animals whispered secrets and magical beings danced in moonlit clearings. Hazel's voice was a gentle breeze, carrying them away to far-off lands filled with endless p

She smiled awkwardly and shook her head. "Mommy is fine, don't worry. Are you going to read a book before bed? Do you want Mommy to read it?" Audrey offered. The twins cheered and gave the book they had chosen to Audrey then climbed into bed. Audrey positioned herself between the two children and started reading fairy tales from the story book. In less than ten minutes, Thiery was snoring softly and was soon followed by Tristan. Audrey smiled and closed the book. She straightened the twins' blankets, then kissed both of their foreheads for a long time, before leaving the room.

The Little Mermaid popped out at me, as did The Emperor's New Clothes, but I thought maybe a story that people are foolish in public wouldn’t be the best choice. Then I looked around some more and picked up Floca’s Moonshot: The Flight of Apollo 11, Lewis’s The Wolf, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, and Dahl’s Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, and a few others. I paused at the Harry Potter series, but while the girls were old enough, being werewolves, for the story, I knew the sizes of the books would put them off. Next year, I thought. They’d have handled textbooks by then and wouldn’t be so rapidly opposed to books an inch thick or more.

For a second, I’m tempted, but then another wave of heat erupts in my chest, and I lose my nerve. “Tell me about the other books,” I say instead. “The other books?” I nod. And as I tuck my knees to my chest and wind my free arm around my knees, breathing through the stuffiness that’s getting more unbearable by the minute, I listen to the most garbled plot summaries I’ve ever heard in my entire life. “Okay. See, there’s this one with a man and his nephew. And they journey to the center of the earth. And there are dinosaurs. And a tornado? Shit—” The brow furrows again. “It might have been a tsunami. Something like that.”