Read Aloud Text Reader Novels & Stories

The gray-coated man quietly whispered, "It remembers you." Adrian stopped. "I've never seen this book." The stranger looked into his eyes. "No." "But it has seen you." A low hum filled the island. The first page slowly turned by itself. The second page... was completely blank. Not a single word. Not a single mark. Only a tiny sentence appeared at the bottom. Place your hand here. The First Reader immediately raised his voice. "Don't." "If the book accepts you..." "...there will be no turning back."

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"Got halfway through." "So, before I arrived, you were just sitting here, reading it?" Aren adjusted his reading glasses that was still perched on his nose. "Why not? Can't I read?" "Are your eyes okay with that?" At this, Fiona, who was seated in her rocking chair, chimed in. "I told him the same thing! He should use a reading app like I do and listen to audiobooks. "He wouldn't even need to strain his eyes; just pop on the audio, and it reads to him. Isn't that more convenient?"

Julian slammed his hand onto the console. The world went Black. But in the darkness, a single, analog sound began to play. Hiss. Click. Whir. It was the 1977 Cassette Tape. And then, a new voice spoke—a voice that was deep, ancient, and sounded like it was coming from Inside your own head. "Chapter 146: The Reader’s Audit. Warning: By continuing to read, you are consenting to a Physical Transfer of Assets. Please check your pulse. Does it feel... Digital?"

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As gently as possible, I ask, “Are you dyslexic?” “I’m not diagnosed.” I feel his hesitation. “But maybe? It’s okay, either way. There are more tools I can show you that can help. I can help.” I prompt him for a response with raised brows and an encouraging smile. Rob looks down at my hand where it rests on his arm. “I think probably,” he admits. Letting a few seconds tick by, he gathers his courage. “What else can you show me?” Smiling brightly at the opportunity to help him and more so, at the trust he’s given me, I click through a few more settings on his digital text, showing him how to use the text to speech function to have the program read the text to him.

Tanya said. “Okay.” Samuel said and increased the volume of his voice. “Put some emotions into your voice. Stop reading blankly.” Tanya said again. Samuel sighed and tried his best to do just as tanya said. “Stop exaggerating what you are reading. Can't you read normally? Why are you reading like i am forcing you to read?” “Okay. I've heard enough. I'm not reading to you again.” Samuel said and closed the book. “What? Why?” Tanya asked.

“Read for me, baby.” The vibration of his voice against my cunt drags a moan out of me. Our parents shouldn’t have left us alone, I wouldn’t have been subjected to this torture. Not like they would have made any difference. Where’s the book? I drag it forward, the words seem to move on the page. Damn it. “Read.” How I manage to read is beyond me. But his tongue teasing my entrance contributes to the words spilling out of my lips. His tongue swipes over my dripping cunt for each correct answer, on the last answer, he withdraws completely.

My fingers rested on the keyboard but nothing moved. Writing always felt like pushing through mud. I reached into my bag and grabbed my phone. I had to use my tricks, they weren't perfect but they worked. I took a picture of the folder and used an app to turn the image into text. Then I put my earbuds in. A flat, robotic voice started reading the words to me. It was slow and boring, but it helped my brain see the sentences without them scrambling.

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