Jojo Horton Hears A Who Novels & Stories

Liora’s P.O.V. “The fight is tomorrow,” Gavin said, his voice rising despite himself. “I have less than twenty-four hours to prepare...” My heart slammed against my ribs. Before he could say another word, I lunged forward and clamped my hand over his mouth. “Shhh!” I pointed toward my ears, my eyes wide with warning. “They can hear.” As everyone had supernatural hearing in this house, speaking loudly was risky. Anyone could hear the news I was trying so hard to hide.

He thought of Miranda, and wished he could have apologized to her. A metallic clang rang out like a bell in the deserted hallway, breaking Zikki from his thought. He turned, heart pounding, trying to locate the source of the sound. His eyes met with a figure in the shadows. Suddenly it began to advance towards him with ghostly, ethereal movements, sending shivers down Zikki's spine.

I wouldn’t be Cejay Merryweather if I would just let a guy intimidates me. “Um...” I paused. What am I going to ask him again? Ah, yes! I remember! “Mr. Huntington, may I ask how’s Mr. Socrates? Did you fire him?” Mr. Huntington moved to massage his nape. “Why do you ask, Ms. Merrywheather?” he asked and continued reading the paper on his desk. Dumbfounded, I furrowed my eyebrows. “I want to know what action have you governed against him. Did you fire him? Where is he now?”

I knocked once, and twice, before placing my ear on the door to see if there are still people inside. “I see that you’re here for the syllabus, Ms. Choi” a voice, baritone, startled me. A gasp left me before turning to see Mr. Lee. Clean, slicked-back hair with round specs hanging perfectly on his nose bridge. Mr. Lee isn’t an old man who complains about everything and gives hard and multiple tasks to be passed as soon as possible. In fact, he is young.

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My mouth opened slightly, but I could only shake my head weakly. I wanted to ask why. Why did my life feel like a pre-written script? Why did all my efforts seem like a joke? I did not want to die yet. I refused to follow the path that was predetermined by fate. Just when the moment of my death came in the past, the woman who married my husband suddenly turned back and cast a meaningful gaze at me. In that instant, I was so shocked that my scalp tingled. I finally knew why I could hear the baby’s whisper! I finally found a way to change my life path and to survive!

In the fifth year of my deafness, James Duncan finally proved his love for me to my parents. The day I found out I was pregnant, my parents finally gave in and agreed to our marriage. The wedding was set for February 19th. Then, on Valentine's Day, a miracle happened—I regained my hearing due to an accident. Overjoyed, I rushed to find James, eager to share the good news with him. He was in the bedroom, on the phone. "Today is Valentine's Day. How about something exciting at your place—downstairs, in your car?"