Novel Full Audio Novels & Stories

"I heard some noises, it sounded like someone was screaming." "You heard that? Oh my, I am so sorry if I woke you up . Sometimes I prefer to listen to the audio version of a book, it gives the story more life you know. I was listening to the audio of a crime novel, hence the screams. I woke you, didn't I?” She did not miss the apology in his eyes. "No, you didn't. I was just curious and a bit concerned." Her shrug was a huge one as she went on to gulp her juice.

His breath. My pulse climbing. My body remembered last night far too clearly. Maybe the cabinet was too small. Maybe the air was too thin. But both of us were breathing too fast. Another loud bang. I thought the monster NPC had found us. Every muscle in my body locked tight. But instead of chainsaw noise, a dramatic, overly sweet female voice floated in. “What if they find us?”

Cain moves closer again before asking, “ What is?” “I don’t know,” I say with tears running down my face. I move my hands to cover my ears as the call is playing on an endless loop. I hear Alec and Cain speak to each other and I hear the loud thud of feet hitting the stairs as many people seem to be on the move.

kitchen—if it could be called that—was sparse. A three-legged table, chipped chairs, a tired stove, and a fridge clinging to half-spoiled cans. Gloom seemed permanent here. Even the sunlight felt weary. I warmed a can of beans and some processed meat over the last dregs of gas while Keli whined, pawing his empty bowl. His whimpers broke something in me. This wasn't a life. It was survival, at best. Hiding, grieving, remembering. I wasn't even sure what I was holding on for. The Nortons had taken everything. They called themselves protectors—guardians of the nation—but their uniforms were soaked in blood and greed. My parents were just two more names erased in their path. We used to live on

Is the code name 1712 hard to hear, or should I call the system Alux next time? "What the master says, the system will listen." In the hands of Sophia Marin suddenly appeared a novel summoned by Alux; a novel that was written by her best friend on her birthday. "Why did Alux give me the novel, I've read it all?" "The system recommends that the owner read it carefully once to fully understand the details of the quest because the person who has penetrated the book's evil villain must know the content of the novel." "Say what? I reincarnated into a reverse novel."

I have a fabulous friend. And if it isn’t obvious by now, the person that I am talking about is Christine Gyamfi. And if you don't know who she is, then read the other book; The Light's Shadow. It's an original book that she wrote herself. I personally didn't read the book, but I'm sure that you will. I mean, why are you reading this then? But that's beside the point. Christine is awesome. She is hilarious, kind, and sweet. The woman also treats everyone around her with respect. She is one of the few people that fuels my faith in humanity.

“He’s connected to me, somehow. And Nyxterra… there’s something there. I can feel it.” Aurelia leaned back in her chair, her expression unreadable. After a pause, she spoke again, her tone quieter but more intense. “I’ve heard stories about Nyxterra. Stories that don’t end well. I don’t know what you’re hoping to find there, but whatever it is, it’s not worth losing yourself over. You’re playing with fire.”

She would usually do it herself but now that she wasn't here, Anthony felt lost. He decided to distract himself from thinking about her by watching some TV, but it got boring real soon. "Mr. DeMarco, sorry to bother you again." It was the housekeeper again. Anthony looked at her. "You are not bothering me. Is there something wrong?" he asked. "No sir, nothing is wrong. I just found this book lying on the ground. I figured it could be something important, so I thought I would give this to you," she said and handed him a red leather-bound book that looked like a journal.

Then, I turned off my computer and went to water the plants on the balcony. The bougainvilleas outside the window were in full bloom, their purple petals swaying gently in the breeze. I recalled the words Dad used to love saying. "Elena, no matter what happens, live well." And so, I promised him I would live well. … Third Person's POV Meanwhile, in Newmont, a storm was brewing. After receiving the evidence Elena had provided, Guillermo didn't rush to act. He was an extremely cautious man, so he spent two full weeks verifying every piece of evidence, ensuring there were no gaps.

After I moved into my new apartment, my neighbor, Bianca Ferraro, started showing up at my door every evening for a free meal. I lived alone and always cooked more than I needed. For the sake of keeping the peace, I did not mind sharing. That changed one workday at 3:00 am, when someone pounded on my door and yelled, "Open up! My boyfriend's waiting at the bar downstairs. Make me a cheese platter and open a bottle of red wine. I need to bring it down." I opened the door, still half-asleep, and stared at Bianca standing in the hallway. "You're serious?" She rolled her eyes. "Don't act like it's such a big deal. It won't even take you that long." My temples throbbed. "I'm not your pers