Saving Noah Audiobook Novels & Stories

Grayson said nothing. Caius looked directly at Savannah. "You sang to him." Savannah broke. Because nobody knew that. Nobody. Not even Dominic. She had sung Noah's favorite lullaby after everyone else left. Alone. Beside the grave. She collapsed into Dominic's arms. Grayson closed his eyes. Caius continued quietly. "The Prophet came three nights later." Silence. "My family stopped him." "What happened?" Mason asked. "We moved Noah." Every wolf froze. "Moved?"

He was trying too hard to look okay. When he finally settled in, he exhaled—slow, deliberate. I lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, pretending I was drifting. I lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, pretending I was drifting. Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes crawled. Then I heard his voice, quiet from below: “Noah?” “Yeah?” He didn’t say anything for a second. “Thanks for staying.” I closed my eyes, pulse thick behind my teeth. “Always.”

When the flood broke out, the first person he thought of was my sister, Joan, even though I was his fiancée. My parents also looked at me with complicated expressions. When they ran, they had thought of everything. They even brought the parrot meant to cheer Joan up, but they forgot about me, their own daughter. Ned walked over and asked hesitantly, "Cynthia, are you okay? Back then, things were crazy. Joan can't walk well, so I had to save her first." As he spoke, he reached out, trying to pat my head like he used to. I casually avoided his hand and stared at him coldly.

He says and Jane raises an eyebrow at this exchange in conversation. "What.. are you two buddies or something?" Jane asks and Sophie catches Noah looking at her again as she smiles softly "Or something. Why didn't tell me that you were number 2?" She asked and Noah couldn't help the laugh he let out, smiling at her reactions. "Maybe I was enjoying the whole 'Who's Noah' a bit too much." He says and Sophie shakes her head nudging him softly earning another laugh from him "Such a jerk." She mumbles rolling her eyes playfully at him, he smiles again looking down at her and the black haired girl she was with earlier in her brother's car. "I'm gonna head to the showers, I'll see you later blondie

Compared to Dean’s balanced and disciplined lifestyle, Noah’s old self felt like a warning of what unchecked ambition could do. On a desk, Noah noticed a notebook and decided to flip through it. Inside were Dean’s personal notes and thoughts, covering a wide range of topics from legal insights to reflections on daily life. Through these pages, Noah gained a deeper understanding of Dean—his way of thinking, his dreams, and his aspirations.

"Teth Nyras" His head hurt, it felt like his ear drums would start to bleed but he couldn't stop the voices. Little by little a lone voice, a voice just like his spoke clearly through the noise, "Find the book" Noah shot off the table with a start, startling Mama who was right beside him. He was screaming, crying. Blood mixed with saliva flying everywhere, tears and gore rolled down his face in a sickening mask. "Find the book. He told me to find the book." Noah shrieked

"Yes, as long as you don't drain my wallet." "Take it easy. I wouldn't do that," Noah replied, jumping off the dining table. He brought the book Darla gave him into the room. He will make sure to answer all these questions correctly. --

/* "Noah. You remember on your high school graduation. I was so excited that day. Even mom came with me. She was so happy to see you graduating. I had a surprise planned for you. I didnt know if you would like it or not. Honestly i was nervous. Only if Eric and Benjamin had not supported me. But i was surprised when you got your gold medal and mentioned everyone except me. And that look. It was enough for me to know what i have thinking was totally different to how you feel about me. And then you met everyone, even mom, but me. I thought maybe you are angry or upset with me. I was your favorite, Noah. Your favorite cousin. I thought may be i said something that offend you. I was waiting for

“The door was open. I wanted not —’ Noah slightly lifted his hand. Not to silence them. More than he wanted to say, it's okay. Stop explaining you. But his eyes remained on the sides. Mara slowly lowered the view of the book. The Scriptures briefly disappeared because their heart beat too fast. She had only read a few lines, but they were enough. So there was someone else. A woman. And she had written about Noah. Not as strangers she happened to meet. Almost... as a riddle. Mara carefully closed the book. “Who is that?” Noah didn't answer immediately. He entered the hut, set the net next to the wall and stayed a moment stand in motion. Suri coughed past his legs and jumped to the bed as the

It was Noah. For a moment, I just stared at it, debating whether to pick it up. My hand hovered over the screen, and then I finally swiped. “Savannah?” His voice came through, calm but edged with something I couldn’t quite place, maybe concern, partly curiosity. “Yeah,” I breathed, sitting up. “I wasn’t sure you were going to call back.” “I wasn’t sure you were still waiting.” He sighed, like he’d been awake just as long as I had. “Listen, I think I found something. About The Crow.”