Saving Noah Audiobook Novels & Stories

“It’s not a game. And I’m not backing out. If anything, this just proves we’re closer than they think. They’re nervous. That means we’re on the right track.” Devon gave a slow smirk, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “You’ve got fire, I’ll give you that. But fire burns both ways. Be careful you don’t light yourself up.” I nodded, tucking the paper into my pocket. On the walk back to campus, my phone buzzed, and I noticed it was Noah as I glanced at it. “Savannah?” His voice was low and shaky. “I heard what happened. This is serious. Maybe we should stop.”

That’s why I took the initiative and called you. She kept talking and rambling on, but my mind had gone completely blank. So this opportunity had been something Soren fought for on my behalf? Then why had he done that? Four lifetimes of memories were too chaotic, too overwhelming. They crashed down on me all at once, my head throbbing as if it were about to split apart. It felt like I had forgotten something incredibly important. But what was it? A sudden phone ring yanked me back to reality. On the other end was Dr. Nadia’s voice, calm to the point of being terrifying.

Let's see how it goes. Other Side_ [Clinton's Mansion] In a huge room a very good looking handsome man was in his night suit sitting on a chair near his study table. Working on his laptop with full attention. Exactly this is only Noah Clinton, a very famous personality. But , the problem is his full mansion was filled with workers and maids. And so Noah lives alone in his huge mansion. As he was working on his laptop, a phone rang! Noah picked up the call while still he didn't leave his typing work on the laptop.

I said "Hi Claudius, how are you doing?" I was unable to keep it together at the sound of Noah's voice, and I broke down crying. "I'm so sorry Claudius. Let me come get you, Please?" Noah said, his voice cracking, letting me know he was barely holding on. "No, I'll be okay. I need to try once I've recovered enough energy... It's just so good to hear your voice." "It's good to hear your voice too." I listen to Noah tell me his funny stories about everything that's happening at the pack he's training. It was good to get my mind off of things. It reminded me how lonely it is, in this room that doesn't even have a TV.

“He asked me yesterday. After school.” Noah seemed to vibrate with a strange energy—a tension I didn’t recognize. He looked like he wanted to say something, to shout, to laugh, but instead, he just let out a short, hollow breath. “Oh,” he said flatly. He walked back to the armchair and sat down, his entire posture turning ridged. The flirtatious predator was gone, replaced by a cold, distant stranger. “Right. Zion. Of course. Let’s just focus on the Spanish, Khione. Page one hundred.”

Noah held my hand, “Daisy, all of this is going to be over soon.” Day by day I read some of the pack books to keep myself very busy. Sometimes I do training alone while Noah is in his office checking the pack business reports and the pack progress. I love to read stories and history. One day I saw an interesting history book but when I started reading it I discovered that it was not just a history book but it belongs to Noah. Noah being a vampire hunter was part of the help from the book though I sometimes used to see him read this type of book in his office but I thought he was only reading to stay busy. Each time Noah sees me with the books he makes sure that he stops me from reading them

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.

By 6:35, Dani turned in her chair, pale. “They’re outpacing us.” Noah exhaled, jaw clenched. “They’ve already outpaced us,” he said. But he wasn’t looking at the voice file anymore. He was looking at the directory Dani had opened earlier—the full contents of Series_1. Because the audio file wasn’t the only one. There were four more beneath it. Each one named in sequence. Each one tagged with a future timestamp. Series_2 — Continuation — 06:59 Series_3 — Disclosure Addendum — 07:40

I said. Nelson raised a brow. “Alright what.” “We wipe his memory.” Noah immediately sat up straighter. “Wait what no—” Nelson didn’t even look at him. “Done.” I stepped forward slightly. “We’re not killing him,” I added. “We’re not keeping him. He’s a human who saw too much. That’s it.” Noah stared at both of us like we had lost basic human reasoning. “I have a job,” he said weakly. “I have bills. I have a life. I literally sell books about people falling in love and now I’m in one.”

“My career? Noah… I stayed silent too long. I watched that family tear Adrian apart piece by piece. I started working for him because he believed in me. Now I can’t even look at myself in the mirror.” His voice cracked. It surprised me. “He’d want someone in his corner,” I whispered. Nathan nodded, wiping his face. “I want to be that person now.” Before I could respond, my phone vibrated. A message from an unknown number—just one audio file. A chill crept down my spine. I pressed play. Static. Then—