Fences Audiobook Novels & Stories

“Look at me, Mom. We’re leaving. Right now. I know a gap in the north fence. The guards never fix it because they’re lazy. We can get through and hit the woods.” “Okay,” she says, taking a shaky breath. “Okay, Maren. Lead the way.” We run. We stay in the shadows of the burning buildings. Every time I see a shadow move, I pull her down. My heart is beating so fast. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. “Almost there,” I whisper. I can see the fence. It’s right past the old laundry line. The fire hasn’t reached this part yet. It’s dark and quiet. “See? The gap is just behind that big bush.”

It looked like a prison because it was one. Marcus stopped behind the lead vehicle. The tactical team was already moving, dark shapes flowing toward the fence. Julian handed Marcus an earpiece. "Channel three." I put mine in and listened. "Approaching the perimeter. Cutting the fence now." A soft metallic snip. Silence. "Through the fence. Moving on the door." Sophia grabbed my hand. Her grip was crushing. "Door is reinforced. Breaching now." A muffled thump. Then the world exploded. Gunfire erupted through the earpiece. Automatic weapons. Shouting. The team leader's voice cut through, sharp and urgent. "Contact front! Two guards, heavily armed! They knew we were coming!"

MICHELL POV I swallowed, reading it over again. Ferrum. It felt like a punch to the gut, the name slithering into my mind and pulling me deeper into the shadowy world I’d been avoiding. But I couldn’t let Audrey see it. Not yet. I locked the phone and set it back on the table, trying to shake off the unease that had settled in my stomach. “What’s wrong?” Audrey’s voice was soft, her eyes flicking up from the pages of her book, sensing the change in the air.

I wanted to know if there were other directions I could follow when entering the park but the more I drove, the more I realized I could never enter into the pack. The whole city, including its outskirts, was fenced roundabout. One can only get access into the city through the gates. Then, I quickly stopped the car after I realized my journey had just ended in futility. “Damn!” I punched the steering wheel and immediately reversed to drive back to the gates. I never thought it would be this difficult to enter into Duncan's pack. As I drove speedily heading towards the gates, I began to hear voices—people celebrating. What could that mean? I kept driving and finally parked somewhere close to

Linda’s POV The dogs, sensing their purpose, began to bark even louder, their ferocious voices sending shivers down my spine. With each passing moment, the footsteps drew nearer, the sound of gravel crunching beneath their weight like a death knell. I pressed myself further against the fence harder as if it was going to make me invisible. But then, just as I felt the grip of fear tightening around my throat, a new sound cut through the chaos. It was a low, guttural growl, followed by the sounds of paws scraping against the ground.

(Lena POV) "Did you know," he repeated, his voice dropping into a dangerous, jagged register, "that while forty of our people were standing at a fence waiting to die, the war was already over?" I looked at him, and for the first time in my life, I didn't have an answer. I looked at my hands, the hands that had touched the fence, the hands that had whispered a timeline to a man who lived in the dark. The silence returned, but this time, it was the silence of a house that had finally collapsed.

"Remember to come and report for work on the first of the month, Mr. Gavin Carter. And don't be late." After listening to the other person on the line, I responded politely and said, "I understand, and I will be there on time. Thank you." I recalled Jett Leroy's arrogant face this morning as I hung up, and I couldn't stop myself from wanting to laugh out loud. He still didn't know that I'd already found myself a new job at the Audit Commission, and I had already been planning to resign over the next two days anyway.

She said, "I knew you still cared—" Her words cut off in a scream as a sharp pain sliced across her neck. He had ripped the ruby necklace from her throat and walked away without looking back. "Ah! It hurts!" she wailed. This time, he didn't turn around. His steps were steady, but the moment he stepped out of the cell block, his legs gave out, and he collapsed against the wall. In his palm, he clutched a diamond ring. He set the ruby necklace beside it and then closed his fist tightly around both.

The other Elder Keeper rubbed his chin, "There isn't a choice. I'm sorry. If they don't move on, we're putting her out for them." “No... please... no.” My friend wept and begged for me to be spared, and her heartbreak and helplessness had me running away from the longhouse. Breathless, with tears still damp on my face, I found myself wandering back to the fences. Back to the place where I had seen the dandelions on the other side of the broken slats. The fence was laid down, pressing flat patterns in the tall grass. I paced back and forth in front of the gap. Staring out at the fields and the mountains beyond cautiously. There was no danger that I could see, smell, or hear. It looked just li

I was about to tell Amy to keep at it and see what else she says. To our surprise, the lock for the dungeon door clicked. The heavy door was pulled open. I hear footsteps rushing down the steps and the clinging of keys. Did Amy do the impossible? Are the guards going to let us out? But where would we go once we get out? I can’t follow the pull of the bond. I can’t to him. He doesn’t want me. And I refuse to let this stupid bond force us together by taking advantage of our emotions and bodies. A man’s figure rounds the corner toward our cells. I try to make out who it is, but another wave of sparks infused with burning pain rushes through me. I hiss as my body tenses, and I curl up into a tig