Read Text Aloud Novels & Stories

“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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Do I have any spare boxers in my bag? "Y-Yu-" "Ah, Atlas..." my voice came out hoarse and muffled against her breast and my dick got harder, "Fuck." "...Please..." her words were lost to me. "Huh?" "Release... my arms... please..." She sounded out of breath and I quirk my brow in confusion.

He leans down for another quick kiss and then he's out the door without looking back. Okay. So all alone. What to do? Lazarus has taught me how the TV works. It’s like a TV with a built-in computer. There is a program in it to translate the text so that I can read it or a voice reads it out loud and the translator in my ear translates the speech.

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I press the play button and instead of it playing music just as it's name implies I heard my grandfather's voice,he actually recorded his speech and it says thus; "Let all human race girdle themselves together for death is coming upon us,no one can save us,the evil mark is here and it will consume us all.Be prepared for damnation is here,the angel of death has come for vengeance and he won't stop until he has sucked our blood to it's satisfaction.BEWARE!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Ugh, let's leave it all to miny moe! I clutched hard on the wheels and closed my eyes tightly as I started to sing in a whisper while pointing the screen with my finger. "Eeny meeny miny moe, which of the two should I go...for??" My hands started to shake as I felt a cold sweat dripping down on my forehead. I gulped and opened my eyes slowly, my eyes opening wide in nervousness before calming as I read the word that I had pointed with my finger. "Automatic."

’ I read the article with growing disbelief. “A senior member of staff at the computer software company, Kingpinz Robotics, revealed today that the company is on the verge of selling a revolutionary text-to-speech software called MOTHER to computer hardware company Sunrise Ltd. for the production an augmentative and alternative communication or AAC device, in a deal rumored to be over ten million dollars. Directors at Sunrise have been battling rumors of pay cuts and problematic working conditions for the past few months, and the acquisition of this software is a huge coup for them.” Slowly I lift my gaze to Damon. “What the fuck?”

I feel a flutter in response. Ready.

But because she was for a fight ************************************************************** Damon wandered through the house, hands in his pockets. The place buzzed with movement—maids chatting, silverware clinking, the chef barking orders—but none of it touched him. Too loud. Too empty. Bored. He pulled out his phone and dialed. It rang twice. “Big D!!!” his friend shouted the second he picked up. “Bonjour, mon ami!” A woman’s soft moan slipped through the line, unbothered, unashamed.