Incidents Around The House Audiobook Novels & Stories

I asked her, curiously. “Aria, can you take me off speaker for a second?” I abide and lift the phone up to my ear. “What’s going on Amy?” “Am I off speaker?” Amy asked to verify that she was directly in my ear. “Yes.” I’m concerned as to what she’s going to say. “There was an incident about an hour and a half hour ago.” She began to explain. I know my face looks weird, wondering what she’s talking about. Josh comes over to me so he can try to hear. “What kind of incident?”

Brent's POV I walked into the house. Everything was in disarray. The buzzing of police sirens filled the air from outside, their beacon light painting every wall of the house. I could see policemen in my house, in my fucking house, like a crime scene. “Can someone explain to me what the fuck is happening here?” My voice came out raw, like it was about to rip the roof off someone's head. “What on earth is happening in my house?” My voice was loud enough to attract everyone in the room.

So I crouched down and tried to lift it free. That was when a blinding light swept in from my right. It was so bright I could not open my eyes. I heard the shriek of brakes. Then something hit me hard. It did not hurt. It really did not hurt at all. I only felt myself flying, light as a feather. Then I saw my suitcase overturned on the road, my clothes and toys scattered everywhere. My vision blurred. My ears rang. Footsteps rushed toward me. People shouted. I could not make out what anyone was saying.

He didn’t speak a word to me until we pulled up in front of my house, as soon as I alighted from the car, I could tell he wanted to say something to me, it was right on the tip of his tongue but he changed his mind and swallowed his words I watched him drive off and couldn’t help but feel if maybe I had been a little too harsh and cold to him, he had showed up at the station to free me and even offered to drive me home even when he had seen a video of me pushing Vivian. Quietly, I made my way into my apartment, thankfully, they were no reporters there and I was able to get inside without any difficulty. But I had barely gotten a chance to settle down when the door bell rang. For a moment, I

And through all of that chaos, through all of those ugly scenes that replayed again and again, there had once been someone who quietly cleaned up the mess, someone who cooked the meals, someone who stayed silent while everyone else spoke, absorbing the tension without complaint. Elara... But Elara wasn’t there anymore, and the house had somehow become even uglier since she left. That afternoon, however, something unusual happened. The house was silent. This silence felt different. It was heavier as if the entire building itself were holding its breath. The only sound echoing through the living room came from the television. “…the accident occurred earlier this morning when a large truck ramm

"We were just showing Patience and Erica where the bathroom is…” “Don’t wander around the house,” Heath replied, his voice tight. “Not all the rooms are safe. Just the bathroom, and out.” “Okay Heath.” “I’ll show you,” he decided. “This way.” Aislen resumed painting, trying to block out the hurt that the overheard conversation had caused. It didn’t matter, she told herself. It was probably better if the Triquetra did just… lose interest. They were f-king up her life… Weren’t they?

The men hesitate, but then nod, heading out of the door with the wounded Beta, ready to face whatever they meet there. My father and his Captain continue to consult for the next few minutes while the noise within the house grows. Ian and Alvin sit at attention next to me, their heads continuing to turn as they hear new noises. “It was mostly outside before, mama,” Ian whispers to me, his head cocked to the side to better listen. “But now, it is inside the house. I can tell.” Alvin nods his agreement, taking my hand. “It is papa. I know it is. I can’t hear him, precisely but…I know it is him.”

"You were seven years old, and a monster broke into your room, and you did the only thing you could think to do. You tried to protect your family." "But I couldn't control it," Annie sobbed. "The fire, it just kept going, I couldn't stop it, I—" "You were seven," Mr Morales said, and there was steel in his voice now. "Seven years old with a power you didn't know you had, in a situation no child should ever face. What happened to Audrey—" His voice cracked, but he forced himself to continue. "What happened to Audrey was the fault of Junior Morgan. He brought violence into our home. He set all of this in motion. Not you. Never you."

~Paige The door slammed open with a deafening crack, and I scrambled backward across the floor, trying my absolute best to go deeper into the house. My heart was pounding like a hammer against my ribs. Last week it was our property getting smashed up, the week before that it was a bullet tearing through our living room window at midnight, and now it was a full-blown break-in. "Where are you running to, princess?" Horace yelled, his heavy boots thudding against the floorboards as he cornered me and crouched over my trembling body.

I offered to go with Cletus but he didn't agree for security reasons. He hurried over, unlocked the back door and went in. About a minute. I heard music from the House. It was irritatingly loud even from where I was standing. I wondered about the person that was inside. Soon Cletus ran up to me with his hands covering his ears. " I almost went deaf." he said panting. Then without being prompted he went on. " I connected all the speakers in the house to the home theatre and I also discovered one English speaker and I heard that it is really loud. I am not disappointed."