Read Kindle Books Aloud Novels & Stories

"We'll make new sounds. Better sounds." "Like what?" "Like the ocean. Like music. Like... me laughing." Elion laughed. It was forced, but it was there. Cale listened. He closed his eyes. "That is a better sound," Cale admitted. "Yeah. Focus on that." They sat on the couch. Cale picked up The Hobbit. "Read to me," Elion said. Cale opened the book. "Chapter Two. Roast Mutton." He read. His voice was steady, rhythmic. The sound of the words filled the room, pushing back the echoes of gunshots and car crashes.

Libro Vitae whispered its voice harmonious. "Libro Vitae, please show me where Alastair is hiding," I asked. The book hummed in response. Libro Vitae became warm in my hands. The cover opened, pages flipped continuously until they suddenly stopped. The words on the page jumped off the paper, floating into the air, wrapping themselves around me. In a blink of an eye, I was pulled into the book. Light flooded my vision. Every sound echoed around me. Voices raced past me, speaking in riddles. Some shouting, screaming, others a dull whisper. Libro Vitae's voice became louder as I watched the trees form around me.

I followed her instruction and when I did, I found myself reading out word's on the first page of the book. "Spell one; Possession technique." "No way, I can read the book!"

Challenged him. Why was she here? She found herself considering how to leave. Politely. He grinned. “What I mean is the life is different when the body, the book, is, what, a computer tablet? A teeny-tiny phone?” A long sigh. “Pages, real pages, have a hunger to them. A need that isn’t answered when you push a button or, well, whatever it is you do with a whatchamacallit.” “A Kindle.” “Right. A Kindle. Books are greedy to be read. They’re desperate. That electronic stuff?” He shrugged. “It doesn’t have the feel of the page. It can’t feast on your senses. Your hopes. Your dreams.” A pause as he watched her. “You see?”

“I really hadn’t thought about it yet. Usually Sundays are a double shift in the diner. Ummm, I don’t know. Library maybe?” “Melinda and I went yesterday, Mama. Oh, she got you this,” Maddie runs into the living room and picks up a small black device. It’s about 3x the size of a phone and Maddie runs back over to me. “It’s a kindle. She said you have an unlimited account now so you can read whatever you want to. And it’s already connected to the library, so you don’t have to go there to check out digital books. Just pick one and it’ll d******d. Although it does still have a limit on how many books you can have ‘checked out’ at one time. I’ve got one too, but I wanted to have a few actual boo

she said, trying to get it. “I'm going to see what was making you ignore me. What was so intriguing in the book that had you so entranced,” he said. “Not a chance in hell,” she said, trying to grab the Kindle again. Lee opened the screen, reading directly from the screen. “He held me close, his eight legs wrapping around me. My feline strength had finally worn him down. I felt his cocks stir below me—” Nora grabbed the Kindle away from him, finally. “Oh my goodness. It's my turn to act shocked. What the hell are you reading? Some freak show of erotica?”

One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before. A slow smile curved his lips as he flipped to a marked page. “Since we have all night,” he said, voice low and cultured, the same tone he used in lectures, “let’s make this educational.” He opened the book with one hand while the other returned to my thigh, sliding higher. His fingertips brushed the edge of my lace panties, teasing. “Read for me,” I breathed, half challenge, half plea. His eyes flashed with approval. “Good girl.” He began reading aloud, his deep voice wrapping around the ancient words like velvet:

To her. Aurora is stretched out on the blanket a few feet away, one knee bent, hair lifting and falling against her cheek whenever the wind decides to toy with her. She is reading on her Kindle, thumb moving in small, distracted motions as she scrolls. I still cannot get used to that thing. Reading, to me, means weight in your hands, paper that remembers every person who touched it before you, corners worn down by time. Aurora likes that too, I know she does. But she loves stories more than formats, and convenience wins when she wants to disappear into a book for a while.

We say our goodbyes and I toss my phone onto the couch next to me, looking around the room. It's quiet when Santos has the kids. Almost too quiet. And there's nothing to do. I've deep cleaned the entire apartment from top to bottom. I've done four loads of laundry and put it all away. I even threw dinner in the crockpot already, so my regular chores are done. I tap my fingers on my leg and the Kindle shoved between couch cushions catches my eye. Ooh. I could read for a bit. What is the name of that author I like? The one who writes about all those bearded brothers? Penelope Reads? Penny Reads? Penny Reid! That's it!