Edgar Allan Poe Audiobook Novels & Stories

“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.

The phone erupted with harsh cursing, but suddenly I heard what sounded like a deep male voice barking something. Sloane's cursing cut off abruptly, replaced by terrified whimpering and pleading. The call disconnected. I felt no sympathy whatsoever. When they sent my mother-in-law to search my room for the property deed, when they changed my locks without permission, when they plotted to kick me out and take what was mine, they should have seen this coming. A day later, my real estate friend called me, his tone cheerful. "Mr. Moss, the house is cleared out. Porter really is efficient. That family moved out in the middle of the night yesterday.

"Okay, so I was looking for that History book that Alistair had given to you for some reason" He blinked, taken aback. He didn't know she had seen the exchange, hopefully she hadn't heard what had been said between them "W-why do you need the book love?" He asks, trying to compose himself. "I'm going to have to tell you something that you might not believe but I need you to" Audrey narrates everything, from her dreams, to Nostradamus's prophecy and how the tapestry had depicted the same wolf as the one she had seen in her dreams.

I shove my attention back to the fire once or twice but eventually I give in to my wandering thought, not minding what subjects it turns on just as long as… As long as… I don’t… Fall… …asleep… *** When my eyes open and take in the sight of barley I gasp, sitting up rigid in the big white bed, grabbing the blankets and clutching them tight to my chest. “Shit shit shit,” I whisper, looking hastily around. But it doesn’t take more than half a second for my eyes to focus on the man standing at the edge of the bed. Fully dressed, for once. Staring right at me. “Hello, Everleigh,” Auden says, his voice low and angry.

Eddy joked a playful grin on his face. I closed my eyes exhaling slowly knowing full well that the castle would be waiting. -Valerie’s Pov- If waking up with ringing ears and the room spinning wasn't confusing enough. The scent made me want to bury my head in the sand. The smell of death and pine needles made me instantaneously realize that this wasn't my room. Or even my pack.