Document Reader Aloud Novels & Stories

I stood and grabbed the documents from my attaché case, raising them. “According to this report, funds are missing! Didn’t you check these properly?!” I use specialized equipment to read the reports sent to me, so even if I’m blind, I still learn what’s written. Freya took the document and read it. “Sir, I have this month’s report. And there’s no missing money. I don’t know what this report is.” My brows furrowed. “What do you mean you have this month’s report? You’re holding it right now!”

Alana laughed. Eva smiled and stood from the windowsill and walked to the aisles of books. She picked up the one book with no Braille on the spine and walked back to the windowsill. “Hey Alana, can you read this to me? I really want to know what it says” Eva whispered as she held out the book for Alana to grab.

When Jolene nodded, my eyebrows knitted again, realizing I wasn’t dreaming when I saw them entering the mansion. “Lexi,” Aliyah groped her side, getting a white paper. “Finn left you a letter, but he said I shouldn’t read it. Can you please read it so we would know?” “Sure,” I said, joining them on the floor, sitting beside her. I turned to Finn, but he only shrugged and stared at me. I unfolded the letter and realized it was written in braille. My fingertips touched the lines of dots. “Lexi,” I began reading aloud. “Will… you… m-” I stopped, swallowing hard, completing the remaining words in my mind.

The file was thicker than he remembered, several pages stapled together, official letterhead gone slightly yellow at the edges. "You don't have to read it out loud," Zariel said, settling into the chair beside his desk. "I'm here either way." "I know." He opened it anyway, and started reading it out loud, because some part of him understood that saying it made it real in a way silent reading never would.

I look at the photograph on my phone. I zoom in to the bottom of the document. And there, in the original hand, below the names and the fullbond notation, one additional line. Not three words. Not four. Seven. She kept going and so will they all. I read it. I read it again. The kitchen is very quiet. Corvin reads it over my shoulder. Lucian reads it. Mara reads it when I hold the phone up. Bren reads it when I set the phone on the table facing her.

As gently as possible, I ask, “Are you dyslexic?” “I’m not diagnosed.” I feel his hesitation. “But maybe? It’s okay, either way. There are more tools I can show you that can help. I can help.” I prompt him for a response with raised brows and an encouraging smile. Rob looks down at my hand where it rests on his arm. “I think probably,” he admits. Letting a few seconds tick by, he gathers his courage. “What else can you show me?” Smiling brightly at the opportunity to help him and more so, at the trust he’s given me, I click through a few more settings on his digital text, showing him how to use the text to speech function to have the program read the text to him.

Hazel's POV I gasped and almost immediately, everyone gathered around me. I saw as they squinted their eyes and darted from each page of the book. "Is this some kind of joke?" said Ryder, angrily, stepping away from me. He glared at me with hate and in the corner of my eyes, I saw Kaya move closer to Lorena. "It's no joke Ryder. I can read this stuff. This was why Kaya was able to read it. She still has her wolf eyes. Our regular human eyes can't decipher the writing."

Ernest waited. "Three things," Don said. "First, I am not reading it as a performance. I am reading it so you can hear it. The reading is the hearing. Second, I do not want your response immediately. I want you to hear it and then be quiet for a moment before you speak. Third, if I stop in the middle, it is because I have found something I need to revise and I will note it and continue." Ernest nodded. "Understood." Don began to read.

“Let’s get started, Earl.” The town’s notary public waddles around from behind the desk and holds out a little booklet with a piece of paper in front of him. The squatty man that reminds me of a penguin clears his throat and begins to read. “Dearly beloved—” “Nope,” I say, cutting him off. “Skip to the end.” “Uh okay.” He looks at Julie, who just curses me under her breath. “Do you, Graham Hunters, take…um…” He searches the piece of paper for her name.

“Read it.” He sat down. He opened the folder. I watched him read. The first page went fast. The second page slower. By the third page his hand had stopped moving. By the fourth page he was gripping the edge of the paper so hard his hands were shaking. He read the whole thing without speaking. Every page. Every line. When he reached the last page—Reed’s signed statement—he stared at it for a long moment. Then he pushed the folder back across the desk, stood up, and walked to the window.