Pokemon Audiobook Novels & Stories

And no doubt, have hot dreams about it. It’s another book suggestion from her. I’ve just finished the last one she recommended, and honestly, I shouldn’t dive into another. Once I start reading, I lose myself completely. But this time, she’s telling me to listen to it. Audiobook. That’s new. Before I even realize what I’m doing, I click the link she sent, and in a matter of seconds, the book is purchased and playing through my home speakers. I settle back in bed, letting the narrator’s deep voice wash over me, and within moments, I realize Lucy’s sent me a stalker romance. Great.

“We improvise it live.” Pauly handed her a slim, battered paperback—Mockingbird, cover worn, pages gutted to hold a wafer-thin transceiver and a micro-SD slot. “Your new copy. Same weight as the real one. Press the title twice if you’re burned; it wipes your last three hours and plays an audiobook. Press the author twice and it pings us with location.” She slid the book into her tote without looking. “And if I press the spine?” “It complains about being objectified,” Pauly said.

The taste of his lips feels acidic, like battery acid. Stop! In my head, I scream. Instead, I push my hands onto his shoulders, and Ahren is suddenly pressed against the wall. The crash of fallen pictures around him is drowned out by the music. All I can hear is my pounding heart and my heavy, labored breath. My breathing sounds hollow and emanates from the depths of my chest, like the low growl of a chainsaw. He rises to his feet, staring at the hole in the wall with astonishment, a single question dominating his thoughts: How on earth did petite Alora throw a 233-pound man? I share the same query but am too consumed by anger to ponder it for long.