Fences Audiobook Novels & Stories

The metal fence had gaps wide enough to slip through, and Ava ducked inside, her sneakers crunching gravel. Her flashlight beam jittered across the ground, catching broken bottles, graffiti, scraps of tarp flapping in the wind. “Hello?” Her voice cracked, too thin in the vast dark. “I’m here.” For a moment, only silence answered. Then—movement. A figure emerged from between two freight cars. Tall, hooded, face hidden in shadow. Ava’s heart seized. “You came,” the figure said. The voice was low, distorted, like someone speaking through clenched teeth.

I watched his hands—steady, controlled, like he could steer a whole disaster with his fingertips. The lot was fenced with sagging chain-link and a faded NO TRESPASSING sign. Beyond it, blackened ground and half-melted debris sat under gray daylight. A portable office shell leaned crooked, burned on one side like someone had tried to make it look worse than it was. Gage didn’t put me behind him. He kept me beside him, close enough that his shoulder brushed mine when we moved through the gap in the fence. Not affectionate. Tactical. “Tell me what you see,” he said.

Just pressure and warmth gripping my thighs and slowly pushing them apart. "Get the fuck off me!" I kick and swing at the empty air and my fist connects with nothing and the hands don't move. They hold my thighs open with a strength that makes my struggling pointless. A voice fills the room. Not from a direction. From everywhere. It’s low and the accent is acient. It’s deep and hot, the kind of voice that voices out erotica audiobooks for me. "I've been waiting two hundred years for someone to stay past midnight. Don't make me wait any longer."

I remind them not to make any noise. The car went very fast, and just a few minutes later, we could see the fence made of an electric grid slowly rising from the ground. Fortunately, the wall was only about a meter up. Lucas didn't stop; he accelerated even more. I knew full well that he was going to hit the fence. Because the wall has yet to rise fully, there will be no electricity. I swallowed my saliva, clutching my chair tightly in my heart, praying to God to help me through this tribulation. I will never be in the car with Lucas again.

But beyond it, the land dipped and the trees thickened in a way that made the air feel… wrong. “Gate’s here,” Kieran said, cutting the engine. “And still broken. Bless teenagers with bolt cutters.” He pointed to a section where the chain‑link had been cut and curled back. They slipped through. Beyond the fence, the world changed, almost imperceptibly at first. The noise of the city fell away in layers—the sirens first, then the distant hum of drones, then even the low mechanical thrum that had underpinned Elowen’s hearing for as long as she could remember.

reach for the key in the igniton turning it. I closed my eyes praying to who ever that may be listening, to cast some magical spell on it, that would make it the quietitess vehicle on earth. I waited for the roar of engine to spring to life. But, to my surprise I didn't hear anymore clicking sounds, making my eyes snap open and jerking my head in the direction of the driver seat. Seeing that she had only turned the key enough to be able to put it in nuteral. The slow steady sound of the gravel crunching under the tires as we started moving, had my eyes darting towards the side mirriors, noticing now there was not only the elderly man I saw before talking to Mrs. Mullberry but two more men o

I could feel the minutes slipping away. I surveyed the surroundings and I saw a chair around the corner. I think it was the guard that sat on it but they were having a little chit-chat. I scoffed and quietly took the chair to the fence. Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching. One of the guards muttered, “Did you hear that?” I held my breath and quietly remained still. I dared not to make a sound or else, I was done. After some couldn't hear the footsteps anymore. I released a pent-up sigh of relief and I continued to climb the fence but I still couldn't reach it. I growled quietly. I was frustrated and didn't know what else to do.

There was a barricade or a fence that was jammed into the earth to prevent anyone from walking too far off the cliff. But maybe the person who made the fence sensed that a time like this would come when I had to make a decision that would be too tough for me to swallow. I stared at it again and as far as the rocks stretched, I couldn’t even see the base. All I saw were the pointed edges from the side. My heart pounded furiously in my chest as my eyes ached with renewed sadness. There were no tears left at all to cry and my lids had become swollen because of it.

He said: "What are we in the fifth book." She said: "The people the fifth book is built from." He said: "The same as the first four books." She said: "The same real thing." He said: "Yes." She said: "Running toward." He said: "Yes." The garrison began to arrive at the outer gate. The sounds of the morning change, the specific acoustic he had been reading since he was old enough to read it, the movement of the household coming into its daily shape. He looked at the yard.

Lyana writes: Hinge Town — not outpost — yes. After the meeting, the children from Duskbane who came with us run to Hinge and press their ears to it, and the children who live here show them how to listen for the hoarse part that is still there if you listen low. Mara walks me to the edge of the clover field where the old mill fence used to be. The fence is gone. In its place is a low hedge of thorns that are blunt, like the Appalachian wall was, but with gaps just wide enough for a person to slip through sideways.