Read Aloud Text Reader Novels & Stories

The screen reader activated, reading aloud the lines as she navigated her way through the company’s financial files. “Yearly revenue reports, miscellaneous expenses…quarterly summaries…” Chloe murmured, scrolling through the layers of financial data. The speaker’s monotone filled the otherwise silent office, and she began to lose herself in the figures and the notes tied to each document. But as she dug deeper, something grabbed her attention. A repeated mention of large, obscure expenses labeled under a generic department name, expenses that didn’t align with Westbrook’s regular finances. Chloe furrowed her brow, feeling an unexpected thrill rise. “Open account details,” she instructed, and

He is reading on a bench, a backpack sat beside him and a takeaway coffee sat next to him as he reads. “So, close your eyes and try to zone in on him only” I do as she instructs, at first it’s hard as the voices are loud, each praying for different things. I smile as I hear a little girl praying for the latest Barbie house for her birthday, it sounds so innocent. The next to come is an older lady praying her husband never finds out about her and the man from the butchers, not quite as innocent.

Clears his throat. “Ready?” he asks. I nod. “Hit me. Maybe it’ll distract me from wanting to climb the walls.” He starts reading. His voice drops low, rough around the edges, that filthy timbre he gets when he’s whispering things in the dark. The Russian rolls off his tongue smooth and deep. I don’t understand most of the words, only bits and pieces he’s taught me but the sound of it? It’s like warm honey poured over gravel. He reads slow. Deliberate. Each syllable drawn out just enough to make my skin tingle. His free hand rests on my belly, thumb moving in lazy circles. Sandra shifts under his palm, like she’s listening. Like she knows that voice.

Alana laughed. Eva smiled and stood from the windowsill and walked to the aisles of books. She picked up the one book with no Braille on the spine and walked back to the windowsill. “Hey Alana, can you read this to me? I really want to know what it says” Eva whispered as she held out the book for Alana to grab.

I ask curiously as I pick it up and hold it delicately in my fingers. "It's a recording, of me reading the entire book of Pride and Prejudice out loud" He explains with a wide grin. "I just figured that since it's your comfort book and there comes a time where I'm not there with you when you need me, maybe it would be something you'd want to listen to" His words make my eyes start to well up with tears. Rhode's voice has brought me so much comfort the past few years, hearing him talking is enough to soothe almost any anxiety that I have. I've asked him many times to read aloud to me if I'm having a rough time or I can't sleep and he's always done it without complaint or hesitation. But if he

Brady was serious. “I am uncertain,” Khali uttered. “How can you hear them when you don’t know where they are?” Brady said. “Brady,” she said with conviction, “rest assured that I am well-versed in this matter. The sound of their voices reached my ears. Why dost thou not believe my words?” Khali asked. “I’m willing to believe you, Khay, but...” Brady started. “I’m a telepath. I can read minds, and I can control minds!” Khali said it earnestly.

One, two, three… Then I heard him. Footsteps. Heavy, measured, stopping outside the nursery door. He didn’t knock. Alphas didn’t knock. But he didn’t burst in either. There was a long pause. And then — his voice. Low, rumbling, deliberately soft. “‘The Warrior Bear stomped through the forest,’” he read. “‘His roar shook the leaves from the trees. But when he found the little cub crying…’” I froze. He was doing the voices.

“I know, baby. I know.” When the car stops, Mommy helps me step out. She holds my hand and says something to the driver—something about the luggage. I’m only halfheartedly paying attention because, at the same time, my phone pings with a text. Because I can’t see, I obviously can’t read it, but I have a way. Mommy installed an app on my phone that helps me read anything I want to. I press the button on the earpiece, which usually opens the message that has recently arrived. The computer voice reads: It’s from Ben. “Is Daddy with you? I think he’s leaving us.”

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