Corrupt Audiobook Novels & Stories

It let out a roar of pure, uncompressed static, and then it lunged. The Audit had begun. And the first thing it wanted to delete was our Heart.

His hatred already consumed him as he was grieving from his shattered life. "I am Lucido." Luci shouted with rage, and fired his power to the Sage. It was already too late, he was already consumed by his own anger. He attacked the Sage and went to a rampage. He was no longer a human. He's already corrupted, a demon in a form of human. Merlin felt sadness as he was already to late to save this pitiful child. He had no other choice but to stop him, even if he needs to kill him. "Agni Spirit of the blazing fire, heed my command. Appear in my front, and destroy my enemy with your hands."

Maybe they were into some weird ass kink or role play. Shit like that happens a lot. I reached my car, threw the things into the back and got into the driver's seat when I heard the same voice, now louder and more terrified. Something about the way her voice sounded didn't sit right with me. I got out of the car and hurried to the direction of the voice, swearing on my left nuts that if I found two fucked up people into some messed up role play, I'd be sure to make sure they spend the rest of the fucking night in a cell.

He had already watched it three times since this morning, but something kept drawing him back to it. Daniel navigated to the library camera. Date: the day Junior fell. He scrolled to 4:00 PM. The timestamp showed clearly. 4:00:00 PM. Then jumped. 6:03:47 PM. Two hours and three minutes. Gone. No gradual corruption. No pixelation or distortion leading up to it. Just a clean skip from one moment to the next. Daniel had asked the head of security about it, but the answer was not satisfactory. "Sir, I'm showing... yes, there's a gap. File corruption. System error."

Seeing their breathtaking smiles instantly vanishing away brought weird sense of satisfaction to Hazel. Guilty pleasure, she concluded. Her lips pressed in thin line to control her smile as she observed the tension in the atmosphere. The fear she would have in her eyes whenever Theodore's name would be brought, she was now seeing the same fear in eyes of her kidnappers. "I really fucked up." Rudha muttered under his breath, hand working on brushing his hair from his temple in frustration. "You fucking did, fucker!" Keith turned all berserked on him.

Some old, familiar instinct rising the second her guard drops even slightly, and I catch myself before I act on it, the way I always do lately, the way that's starting to feel less like restraint and more like a losing argument with my own hands. I straighten instead, putting distance back where it belongs. "I need that call," I say, and walk away before either of us tests how thin that distance actually is. *** Octavia's in her office when I get there, tablet in hand, composed as ever. I don't bother with pleasantries. "The Ashford file corrupted twice this morning. Same pattern, both copies, ninety seconds apart." She doesn't flinch. "That's unfortunate." "That's not an answer."

After I moved into my new apartment, my neighbor, Bianca Ferraro, started showing up at my door every evening for a free meal. I lived alone and always cooked more than I needed. For the sake of keeping the peace, I did not mind sharing. That changed one workday at 3:00 am, when someone pounded on my door and yelled, "Open up! My boyfriend's waiting at the bar downstairs. Make me a cheese platter and open a bottle of red wine. I need to bring it down." I opened the door, still half-asleep, and stared at Bianca standing in the hallway. "You're serious?" She rolled her eyes. "Don't act like it's such a big deal. It won't even take you that long." My temples throbbed. "I'm not your pers

“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.

She gagged on nothing. "Now, enter with one finger." The corruptive voice said, dangerously dropping an octave. Seraphina's lips parted, and as if under a potent spell, she slowly—very slowly....inserted a finger inside her honeyed warm pussy.

Julia shook her head. Shadow just scoffed silently. She understood it perfectly. In other words, Julia could only read it blankly without registering it in her mind. It wasn’t weird, though. These were relics that were filled with corrupted mana. Only corrupted people could read it. “I’m not sure. This is a bit complicated. The author’s name of ‘How To Write A Story’, is total bullshit, however.” Julia’s words became rougher as she spoke. She clenched her jaw, lamenting and collecting herself, and breathed out.