Document Reader Aloud Novels & Stories

it read at the last page. "It Matched!"

They're all excited to see what's in the docs, but their Alpha must read it first, before they do. .....

Could you please tell me why I cannot read the next page or any other page? [Host has understood 1% of the content of the First Page] [The Second Page will be accessible after the Host gains 100% on the first page] You!! AGGHH! Why aren't you letting me be overpowered! [I've overpowered the host enough. Get to work!] As I thought of destroying the book, I became furious, but I calmed down immediately. Relax, it's nothing to worry about. There is no free meal available. I got a gist of how the book works, the reader moves onto the next page once they have understood 100% of that page.

"Got halfway through." "So, before I arrived, you were just sitting here, reading it?" Aren adjusted his reading glasses that was still perched on his nose. "Why not? Can't I read?" "Are your eyes okay with that?" At this, Fiona, who was seated in her rocking chair, chimed in. "I told him the same thing! He should use a reading app like I do and listen to audiobooks. "He wouldn't even need to strain his eyes; just pop on the audio, and it reads to him. Isn't that more convenient?"

"So you want me to remove the tattoo now, sir?" "Well, let it be. Old people like me don't have time to show off tattoos to people, right?" He moved to the sofa, placing the pen next to the contract document on the table. "Read the contract. If anything confuses you, feel free to ask." I sat on the long sofa right next to Carl and started reading the draft contract agreement. Everything is normal, just an ordinary work agreement that I often saw when I was in college. There is one problem here. I tried to speak politely, without getting excited. He's my future boss.

“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.

Echo’s POV: “Who the hell scribbled some nonsenses in this paper and tucked in here?” I said as I frustratedly trying to read the letters in there. “Y…O…U…H…A…V…E…T…O…T…A…K…E…C…A…R…E…O…F…Y…O…U…R…S…E…L…F,” I read each letters isolating them and with a loud voice but the handwriting was so worse like some primary school’s kid was scrambling on the paper.

The Reader stumbled backward. Their faceless hood twisted violently, body bending in impossible angles. “You’re not supposed to hesitate!” they gasped. Liora clutched the book to her chest. “Then maybe this isn’t the final chapter.” “You can’t stop what’s been written,” the Reader hissed. “You can’t outrun the ending!” The floor cracked beneath them, Not ground, But text, Pages of her life peeling apart like skin, And rising from between them, Was a figure made entirely of titles. No face, No features.

There was more to come and — "Layla!" He yelled." Come and read this document for me."