Outsiders Chapter 2 Audio Novels & Stories

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect Match Chapter 23: Someone Outside The cabin went completely silent. Ama’s heartbeat pounded painfully as another creak echoed outside. A footstep. Slow. Careful. Daniel immediately stood despite his injury, his expression turning cold and dangerous again in an instant. The softness from moments ago vanished completely. “Ama,” he whispered quietly, “stay behind me.” She moved quickly beside the wall as Daniel picked up his gun from the floor. The weak lantern flickered softly while rain continued falling outside the cabin.

Nothing but the sound of my own breathing and the loud pounding of my heart that feels like it is about to burst out of my chest, and for one stupid second, I begin to hope that someone has heard me and that they are going to come rushing in to save me. Then I hear footsteps. My entire body freezes. Someone is coming. I rush back to the door immediately, pressing both of my hands against it as I begin to knock again, harder this time, desperation taking over every part of me. “Please! Please help me! I don’t know where I am! Please, I want to go home!” The footsteps stop directly outside the door.nI stop breathing.nThere are more than one. I can hear them whispering to each other, their voic

The growls were guttural and furious, the kind of sound that claws at instinct and survival. But then something changed. The noise died. The screams dwindled. The roaring faded. Silence washed over the pack house slowly, creeping through the halls like a ghost. A different sound replaced it. Crying. Soft at first. Then louder. Dozens of voices. My chest twisted. I leaned closer to the door, my hand trembling above the lock. Do not open it. His voice echoed inside my head. But how could I sit here? How could I hide while people bled outside? While pack members who trusted me, who relied on me, lay injured or worse?

“Please don't insult yourself. If you're done insulting yourself, go back to your clan and get lost.” END OF CHAPTER 18.2

THE VOICES SHE HEAR CHAPTER 71 [To where their bond lies is to where they meet, embarking an encounter both of them had not expected…] The rotten smell, the disarray, and a state of a benevolent abhorred life she led. Flies swarmed, they fed on the corpses in a lump, mutilated pieces to which not, thus further beyond recognition. Dimly lit luminesce, plunged pit on a brink of delirium. Germa felt like the sanity she had was slipping away. This time, it was beyond being redeem. Far from, further away on the chase she haven’t had any strength left. A long run she no longer had the will to live. Moreover, she could hear—Germa was beginning to hear the voices. Loud, and low—crystal clear, the co

she jeered. The sound of their cruel words from behind him caused tears to fall freely from David's eyes. The tears refused to cease as he left the restaurant, entered his car, and began his long, painful drive back home. How could Melissa, alongside his own blood brother Alex, so effortlessly toy with his heart? Their laughter reverberated in his ears, a cold, haunting echo that cut him to the core. Finally, David arrived at his home, his hands quivering uncontrollably as he fumbled for his keys. The darkness within his house mirrored the profound hollowness within his being. It was in this emptiness that he made a decision... ***

We were the Authors of the Ordinary. "What now, Mommy?" Hope asked, leaning her head on my shoulder. I looked at the horizon, where the cracked moon was finally disappearing behind a bank of natural, grey clouds. "Now," I said, my voice warm and human. "We live the 192nd Chapter. And we don't worry about the Climax." The Audit is a Story. The Asset is a Memory. The North is Forever.

I was stupid to eat it all at once. For the first time in hours I hear voices outside my room. I sit up straighter and realize it's just some of the men that stand in the hall. I slowly get out of my cot, hoping I don't make too much noise as I walk towards the door. I lean my head against the thick piece of metal in an attempt to hear the men outside. "Switch.... boss.... girl.... food."

I would show them just how wrong they were. “Okay, let’s start by listening. We need to know what’s going on outside these cells. If we can overhear anything useful, it might give us an edge.” For the next few minutes, we sat in silence, straining to hear any sounds from the corridor outside our cells. The faint scuffle of feet echoed through the stone hall, and I caught snippets of conversations, snatches of laughter, harsh whispers, and the clinking of chains. Then, I heard something that made my heart race. A few rogues were passing by our cells, their voices low and conspiratorial.

her young partner added, sounding assured. As they were speaking I heard a sudden but loud thunder from outside, followed by sudden fast blow of spin chilled wind that instantly opened closed door of all windows around us. ‘THUD… THUD…. THUD…. THUD… THUD…. THUD…. THUD… THUD…. THUD…. THUD… THUD…. THUD….’