Read People Like A Book Audiobook Novels & Stories

"Show me. Show me who you are when you're not being perfect. When you're not trying to prove anything. Just you." He's quiet for a long moment. Then he pulls away. Goes back to the chair. Picks up the book again. "Sit," he says. I sit. He opens the book. Finds a page. Starts reading. His voice changes. Softens. Like the words mean something. Like they're important. It's poetry. Old. Beautiful. About wolves and moonlight and bonds that transcend death. I close my eyes. Let his voice wash over me. Let myself just feel.

I answered with a sly smile on my face. And then he started. I think I found my favorite way of reading my books, and that would be through Damon. Audio books didn't come close. At the first page, he was been all grumpy and dragging the words, but when it got to the part where the female lead walked in on her husband fucking his maid, his entire expression changed. He let out a string of curses at Phillip being an asshole and all sorts of stuff and in a way it felt like he was enjoying the book, more than me.

I need him to spend time with me so I can crack all the holes in this house but aside from that, I did enjoy the book. "You lived it huh" "Yeah, I lived it." "Well, I am glad you lived and loved it." He said "You know you are right, people don’t just read books, they live it and when I was reading it, it felt like a movie in my head, the only difference is that it’s my imagination." "I told you, books are great." "I totally agree with you on that. Anyways you have something to do today?" "Not really, why?" He asked "I want you to recommend some more novels for me."

The Reader stumbled backward. Their faceless hood twisted violently, body bending in impossible angles. “You’re not supposed to hesitate!” they gasped. Liora clutched the book to her chest. “Then maybe this isn’t the final chapter.” “You can’t stop what’s been written,” the Reader hissed. “You can’t outrun the ending!” The floor cracked beneath them, Not ground, But text, Pages of her life peeling apart like skin, And rising from between them, Was a figure made entirely of titles. No face, No features.

She uttered before shoving the other copy into her bag. “Lights that don’t flicker.” I read out the title of the book, groaning inside of me, considering that I’ve never been a fan of novels. I only read business contracts, manifestos, and newspapers when I’m bored, but most times it’s business contracts and documents belonging to a property I was buying. “This is a good read, trust me on this. You wouldn’t regret making this video.” “I hope so,” I replied and made the video, encouraging everyone to read her book.

I can play you songs and read you audiobooks…’ ‘Okay. Okay, Alexa. If you can’t get me to work or get me food, you’re pretty much useless.’ She jabbed. ‘Technically, I can order an uber and pizza. McDonald’s and Starbucks too.’ ‘This is so cool. Maybe, you could read me an audiobook just before I fall asleep tonight.’ ‘What kind of books do you like?’ the VA asked. ‘Young Adult, romance, horror, mystery, crime…’ ‘According to a recent survey, people who read lots of horror tend to act out what they read. Often times, they try to imitate the villain in the book and…’

"So, do you still want to hear the story? Or are you too old for the pictures?" I didn't even get to see what the picture was like; I was too focused on Emma's presence. But I nod. "Go ahead. We'll see if this is any good." Smiling, Emma flips the book to the first page. I wiggle a bit to get comfortable and put a pillow behind my lower back. Emma waits for me to relax and close my eyes before starting to read, and she speaks softly for me. Her voice flows into my ears, but I barely hear her words. My focus is on the way her tone changes with different characters, the way her voice rises and falls, the way she chuckles breathily when she reads something amusing. She sounds divine to me.

"My name is Danielle Arnold with no parents. I stay with my Pa and I have come to work here as a clerk. I am good with economics and reading is my hobby." "Is that all?" The woman asked. "If I were to tell you all then we all wouldn't leave here today. Besides, you asked for a briefing." The last man who hadn't said anything nodded and went through my resume. "Are you good at reading? What is your favorite book?" The first man asked again. Just as I had predicted. "My favorite book is a book I haven't read at all but I have it at home. It was written by Adam Smith, 'the wealth of the nation.'"

I just realized Oh my God, this is my room! I took my hand over my mouth with a shocked expression on my face. Two Hours Later... “Done, I love that book. I can read a thousand times and not get tired of it.” I said no partially. Okay, Avery, I started reading a book called Fear Me” Oh, boy I can feel my insides tingle when I open the book. Three More Hours Later...

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