Go Set A Watchman Audiobook Novels & Stories

“Now that you have no husband, I’m worried, beta.” I smiled faintly. “Nana, I swear to you, I’m fine. I’ll come visit.” Her face softened, but I could tell she didn’t quite believe me. Once she returned to cooking, I checked my phone, and froze. The feed was live, my heart began to pound. He was wearing it. Mr. Everhart had finally put on the wristwatch. The footage was shaky at first, jerky even, since the microcamera was hidden inside the crown of the watch, right between the ridges where the dial met the base. Every movement of his wrist made the camera tilt, showing me fragmented views of walls, shoes, and flashes of papers.

Everything looked washed in gray-green shadow. She could lie. She had lied before. She had survived because she knew when the truth was too dangerous to give away. But Warren was not Damian. He was not looking for weakness to exploit. He was looking for enough information to keep people alive, and the fact that she could recognize the difference now made her chest feel strange. “The Watchers study patterns,” she said carefully. “They observe, adapt, and test reactions. This one has watched the settlement for days. It knew we were preparing to leave. It knew the road we would take.”

she told me, her cheeks pinkening. “You never need to thank me for speaking the truth, but you're welcome. So, I did some tinkering on your watch’s functions so that I could add a new one. The power button on the side right here, when hit in a specific sequence, will send up a silent alarm. Tap, tap tap, tap. The second and third taps are done in quick succession. It'll come to me, Niccolò, Dad, and your two guards. If it's activated, it'll also begin audio/visual recordings.”

(Audrey's POV) I was stunned. It felt like I had been slapped across the face. The words I'd overheard between Arthur Moonstone and Nathan Snowfang spun in my mind, each syllable a knife twisting deeper into my chest. Betrayal burned through me like wildfire. I turned on my heel, my wolf senses heightened with anger. I should never have set foot in the Moonstone Pack territory again. "Healer Winter, don't misunderstand. When Alpha Moonstone went to see her that time, it was only to warn her not to—" Daniel Hayes's voice trailed after me, his formal tone tinged with desperation.

I look at him to see he was holding a cute little watch in his hands . The kind of watch which has a big chain attached to it . It was bronze in colour with beautiful pattern over it . He took to the counter and talked to the man . I was busy looking at the antic pieces in front . After about five minutes Aaron told me he was done and we made our way out . As i sat in the car he handed me the bag . "For you " he said I already knew what it was since i saw it . I took it out and look at it ...

the way rooms reorganize themselves, the way I have to crane my neck and still feel like I am looking up at something that does not move unless it chooses to. His eyes behind the silver frames doing something I cannot read fully and am not supposed to try to read but am trying to read anyway, and his mouth —I am not looking at his mouth. “The Hargrove amendment,” I say, lifting the file because saying something practical is the only available option right now to dissolve whatever heat is pulling at the pit of my stomach. His gaze drops to it. Returns to my face. “Yes.” I take one step to move around him. His eyes drop to my bare thighs.

Somia took one and gave the case to Semirat, two of them put it in their eyes and using their phone to look at it maybe it fit them. “Good!” The guy said as he was pressing the screen of the smart wristwatch in his hand and watching Semirat and Somia inside it like he was watching movie. “It’s from this smart watch I will be watching you and able to know if anything want to happen, because I won’t want people to know that I am your bodyguard. So you are cool now” Somia and Semirat looked at him. “Oh! So you will be watching us as along as the eye contact is in our eye” Somia said.

But that day, something shifted within me. I felt a spark of rebellion ignite, a flicker of hope that burned against the dark shadows threatening to swallow me whole. I had discovered a hidden recording—a tape left carelessly on a shelf that I had always overlooked. It was a simple thing, just a small black device, but when I pressed play, the world around me shattered. The Watcher's voice filled the room, smooth and insidious, weaving its way into my consciousness. He spoke of me, of how he had been preparing me for my transformation, molding me like clay into a creature of darkness.

"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.

"That is what the watcher wanted. Not to be worshipped—to be present. To be part of everyday life. To be a comfort, not a spectacle." Winter placed her hand on the book. It was warm, alive, pulsing with the watcher's light. "The watcher is proud of you," Winter said. Solenne shook her head. "The watcher is proud of itself. I just wrote it down." --- The witnesses gathered to hear the third volume read aloud. They came from every province, filling the garden to the edges of the trees. They sat in a circle around the stone bench, the gold flowers glowing around them, and they listened as Solenne read the story of the watcher's spread.