If You Come Softly Audiobook Novels & Stories

I said softly. "Dig."

Emotionally. I sat down slowly. And for a moment Everything felt quiet. Safe. Until A whisper. Soft. Clear. “You’re resisting too much.” My eyes snapped open. “Did you hear that?” I asked. “Hear what?” My heart sank. Because of course He didn’t. “It’s inside,” I whispered. “What is?” I didn’t answer immediately. Because I was listening. Carefully. “You’ll break yourself trying to stay human.” My breath hitched. “What are you?” I whispered.

Chapter Twenty-Two The soft murmur of Aaron’s voice filled the living room, gentle and steady as he read aloud from Liam’s bedtime book. “…And the brave fox crossed the river, knowing his family was waiting for him on the other side.” Liam blinked sleepily, head nestled against Aaron’s shoulder, his tiny fingers clutching the corner of the book. Sofia stood at the edge of the room, arms crossed, heart hammering painfully in her chest. This wasn’t how tonight was supposed to go.

He was about to kiss my hand so I grabbed it immediately. "M-My name isn't Softy!" I said annoyingly. Softy is a brand of popular tissue. What did he think of me? A tissue paper? I smirked at him. "But it suits you. Your hand is soft. Your name is also soft. Maybe your lips are? Can I kiss you?"

he wiggled his brows at me and snorted and I shook my head. "Is it about your author friend?" I asked and he nods. "Yes! There's something intriguing about her story" he said and I raised a brow at him. "Don't tell me you're brooding over a fictional story that someone wrote" I chuckled. "It's not a fictional book. It's non-fiction and the story is quite touching". "Since when did you become a softy over books being read?" I asked still amused. "Is not really the matter of being a softy dumbass. I just find the story similar to what happened to you".

JULIE He goes deeper and suddenly, he jumps to put his paws on either side of my face. I cry out, squeezing my eyes shut and pushing my head against the headboard. He puts his face into my neck and suddenly I hear that voice. That familiar voice sounds so soft and soothing. So soothing that it soothes my itching nerves. His voice is amazing. Just like now. His soft voice brings peace to my troubled soul. It reaches my soul and pacifies her.

Now I think I can handle that rude Azaan but how would I handle this soft Azaan its more difficult . I hoped he would turn normal after he is healthy completely . I just avoided his eyes saying nothing back . I was so confused that I keep on pushing my hair back behind my ears . He started chuckling . I always wanted to know which thing irks you as you are not easily intimidated . Now I get it . You hate this soft lovey dovey thing don't you love? Love... love Firealarms started to beap in my heart and brain No danger zone back away This word itself was bomb...

Evеn thоugh his fіѕtѕ аrе clenched, hіѕ vоісе іѕ саlmеr now. “Detective, уоu have mу wоrd оn оnе thing. Whеn thіѕ оvеr, I’m coming fоr уоu. I’m соmіng hаrdеr thаn уоu’vе еvеr seen аnd I’m not coming аlоnе.”

🌾 Flowing into Part 64—the chapter where sound becomes sanctuary. Inspired by the performance adaptation, Ren begins crafting a space that isn’t visual or textual, but auditory. Her Window of Soft Returns opens its second door: a place where whispers, confessions, laughter, and breath all become music. This is softness you listen to.