Document Reader Aloud Novels & Stories

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.

"It is thick. Like cream and old wood. It is not the detox, baby." "Look at the reader," I said, nodding toward the counter. He didn't move his eyes from my face for three seconds. The power coming from him was suffocating, a cloud that demanded I give in. Finally, he turned his head. He kept one hand on the back of my neck, his thumb on my scent gland as he looked at the kit. The digital reader was still working. The progress bar was at ninety-nine percent. "What did Aris buy?" I asked, trying to distract both of us from the tension. "The Toronto shares. Is the board completely broken?"

“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.

Picking them out one by one, I read them aloud. 'I know you miss me', 'I miss you too', 'But I'm not done with your gifts yet', 'In fact, I have a surprise for you', 'Shut your eyes and take deep breaths', 'Just do it'. I read them all out and with hesitance, I shut my eyes and took deep breaths while the room went dead silent. I felt someone hold my hand. I almost pulled away but that touch felt very familiar. Then I heard someone scream for me to open my eyes excitedly. I did and ended up screaming louder than that person.

I edged away from her, crossing my arms and gazing at her intently. "Here, I believe you can read," she handed me the document. I hesitated, squinting at her before accepting the paper. I quickly skimmed the contents and my eyes bulged in shock. Moving the paper closer to my face, I double-checked that I was correctly interpreting the words. "Good Lord! What in the name of all things holy is this?" I asked in disbelief, turning my gaze back to Mrs. Miles.

The note read. To be continued...!

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.

“You need to see it yourself.” They stepped into the side entrance of the registry—an enclosed space that smelled of old paper and lemon cleaner—and Daniel set the USB on the metal counter and found a small portable reader in his bag. The screen lit up; the hum of a low-power fan filled the hush between them. Elena’s chest beat loud enough that she could hear it. “Play it,” she said. Daniel flicked through files and then handed the reader to her. The screen displayed rows of entries—dates, amounts, routing codes. The numbers were dry and clinical and terrible. Elena’s fingers hovered over the track pad as if it were either a switch or a detonator.

Julian slammed his hand onto the console. The world went Black. But in the darkness, a single, analog sound began to play. Hiss. Click. Whir. It was the 1977 Cassette Tape. And then, a new voice spoke—a voice that was deep, ancient, and sounded like it was coming from Inside your own head. "Chapter 146: The Reader’s Audit. Warning: By continuing to read, you are consenting to a Physical Transfer of Assets. Please check your pulse. Does it feel... Digital?"