Heard It On The Radio By Ross Lynch นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Every distant sound, every flicker of movement, sent her heart racing. Hours passed in grueling silence. The forest, ancient and indifferent, seemed to watch them with hidden eyes. The sun sank lower, painting the sky with bruised shades of purple and gold, while the cool night air crept in. The tension was thick, as if the very trees were whispering secrets of cursed destinies and lost souls. Then, just as darkness began to cloak the woods, Leonard’s voice came crackling over the radio. “Lucas, we have a positive signal near the northern ridge. It’s faint, but it’s there. We’re moving in.”

] Charlie McKnight replied over the phone. "Thank you so much. Thank you." She somehow felt relieved that Charlie agreed to help him. Her heart won't stop from beating so fast. She saw how those men killed three of the hostages in cold blood. Her mind can't stop flashing horrible images of what could possibly happen to him. "We apologize for the interruption, but we received some reports that a radio broadcast came in on the emergency frequency of our naval force. We will be playing the recording of the broadcast." Emergency frequency?

“Come on. Let’s get out of here so your mom can rest.” Lindsay watched Wren and the Bobs step out of the way so Max and Dillon could leave. “You young lady,” Big Bob thundered. “Are a genius.” “Why?” Lindsay asked, confused by what Big Bob said. “You don’t remember?” Big Bob asked. “Sweetheart, when you got out of your car, you changed your radio to the department’s private frequency and keyed up your mic. We heard everything that happened. That let us call Izzy and everyone else to make sure you guys got the help you needed and have it there when you needed it.”

asked Zach, sneering at the rode. Dylan snorted and shook his head in disbelief. "May I remind you that we have two supernatural humans at the back seat? That dude could've announced the end of the world, and I would've believed him." Selena raised a brow. Cynthia frowned. "What's wrong?" Cynthia asked. She ignored the radio. "Dylan heard some news about serial killers on the radio, and he thinks it's something to be wary about," Zach informed her. "Why would you think that?" Cynthia asked.

But Ross wondered if he would ever make it to New York in a snowstorm. Even though the relentless snow hampered the road more, Ross stubbornly decided to continue to drive ahead. He turned on the radio and listened to the weather channel. About 10 minutes later, out of nowhere, Ross came across a slick, icy surface, and his truck tires began to skid dangerously out of control.

She’d never thought a man could smell so good, but Robin’s man smell was the most wonderful smell Cammie had ever smelt and it made Cammie feel safe. *** Kshshsh The crackling from the radio snaps Cammie back to the here and now. “Is it working?”, she desperately cries out. Robin twiddles the dial and speaks into the radio, “hello, anybody there?” Kshshsh “Hello, anybody there? This is Robin McRay over.” Kshshsh Cammie looks from Robin to the Sheriff, Sheriff shakes his head. Kshshsh...”police line, this is superintendent Jeff Baker....over”

He bit off a piece of his bun and then said with his mouth full:" I caught it this morning at the boss's by chance. " At least that explained why Maddox hadn't heard of it yet. “Nice shit. First let the ... "He interrupted himself when the radio cracked on his belt and immediately afterwards a tinny voice announced: " Rauxeler Weg two, children's birthday, three seven seven, proles unknown. " "That's right around the corner," said Gian, while the tinny voice was still mutilating his eardrum.

Pain still lingered in my throat, sending shivers throughout my body. When the healer pushed me into the emergency room, we passed by a patient who happened to be listening to an interview. "Alpha Ross, someone saw you and a healer, Jenny, enjoying a candlelight dinner at a high-end restaurant. May I know what your relationship with her is?" Ross' cold voice sounded from the microphone. "I don't know her." It felt like I'd been struck by lightning—physical pain and heartbreak crashing together, leaving me breathless. Don't know me, huh…?

Rhea made the call and tightened her grip on the wine bottle, hoping that nothing would go wrong. The call was picked up after a moment, and Ross showed up on screen. A hat and a pair of glasses obstructed half his face. Rhea frowned. "Why did you hang up on me earlier?" "The call got cut off. The signal in the mountains isn't great. Also, I think someone was following me," Ross whispered, "I wonder if the Hyderland government is tailing me." "Tailing you?" Fred leaned over, and Rhea moved aside to make room.

It gave him a tether to the world he had abandoned. Static cleared, and Harvey’s familiar voice came through, cheerful as always. “Good evening, night owls. You’re tuned into City Pulse Radio, keeping you awake while the world sleeps. Tonight, we’ve got a special guest—someone with a message for… well, for someone out there listening. Take it away.” Rico froze when he heard the next voice. Deep and steady. “Kross here.” His blood ran cold, his hand hovered over the dial, ready to shut it off, but something—curiosity or dread—held him still.