Saving Noah Audiobook Novels & Stories

Michael’s POV The phone rang before dawn. I wasn’t sleeping. I hadn’t closed my eyes once since Audrey drifted off beside me. Her breathing had slowed hours ago, but my mind had kept turning. Every twitch she made in her sleep. Every breath. Every time her lips parted like she was still whispering to her past. The moment the screen lit up and Father appeared across it, I already knew I wouldn’t like the conversation. “Yes?” I answered. “You need to come home.”

" I let out a deep sigh when I heard that. My nose started to sting, and I felt like someone had ripped the soul out of me. I knew Teresa didn't love me and would do anything for Keaton. But seriously, even a stranger with stomach cancer would get more sympathy than this. I had spent years sleeping beside her. But when the doctor said I might recover, she still wanted me dead. I coughed violently, intentionally spewing blood everywhere on the bed and floor. I pulled out the mini voice recorder and transferred everything to my phone. Then, I called Dylan Chase, my lawyer friend. "I've sent you all the recordings of Keaton, Dylan. Along with what you found earlier, I'm ready to go all out to p

Noah was silent for a long moment and glanced to his side at the nightstand, he eyed the stacked books carefully as if they held the answers. “All these stories,” he started while avoiding her eyes. “The hero always starts with pain and misery, but in the end, after some time he always gets to be happy. It happens in all the books I’ve read.” Ophelia followed his eyes to the books, faintly remembering the storylines of the stacked books. Nevertheless, she found it hard to relate to her state, but she didn’t complain. When Ophelia didn’t reply, Noah imitated her silence. In the room, there was nothing but the sound of rustling curtains and the moonlight pouring through the glass. It wasn’t aw

Noah groaned low in his chest and followed a few strokes later—burying himself deep and coming hard inside her with a guttural sound he didn’t bother to hide from the mic. The call was pure chaos. “Fuck, I just came—” “Same, Jesus Christ—” “She’s still moaning, I can hear her—” “Please keep the mic on. Please.” Noah finally reached up and muted the headset with one hand. He didn’t pull out. He just held Ava against his chest while she trembled and whimpered through the aftershocks, his cock still buried deep, cum and her own release leaking out around him onto the chair.

The Forgotten slowly disappeared into the dream Noah had created. The ancient being began fading too. Before it vanished, it spoke one final time. You have taught me something. Noah smiled. What? Even the oldest darkness can dream again. Then it disappeared. Silence returned. I looked at Noah. He collapsed. I caught him. Mama... I'm here. Did I do good? I kissed his forehead. You did more than good. You saved everything. He smiled. Then I think I want to sleep. I laughed through my tears.

"Noah, talk to me. Tell me about the nursery. Tell me about the grey walls." "It's perfect," Noah said. His voice was steady, even though his world was collapsing. "Sienna put the books back. The mobile is up. It's waiting for him." "He's going to be okay," Aria whispered. "Right?" "He's going to be perfect," Noah said. He has to be, Noah thought. Because he's about to be subpoenaed. "Here he comes," Dr. Evans announced. There was a wet, suctioning sound. A pause that lasted a lifetime.

Swallow dry and take a deep breath through your nose before reacting. "Actually, I'm fine ." A wild clap of thunder has me investigating my left shoulder only to watch as Grecia stops Noah with her body as Sasha asks her to tell her how she treated my father. It follows that, to save time, we will proceed with the story that my father is the person who is really harmed. — Sand me.— Please. If it's not too much trouble. They're coming from now on,” Noah will sound, sounding very terrified. Exactly the second the boy sweeps his startled gaze across us all, a strange sound reaches my eardrums, which somewhat helps me remember the clamor made by the crickets mixed with some static and a slight b

He doesn’t let me go, instead, he pulls me into a hug, one that melts through my resistance, and holds me in my rightful place, his arms. “I know this is shit time to bring this up, but there was no trace of Roman back at the Yors, his parents also had no idea where he was being held.” Back to work then. “If you know you’re timing is shit, why did you say it?” Noah sniffs, glaring at his brother. “Hey, if you want to keep this going for as long as you want, we have to join The Saviors.” Noah’s gaze softens, lower lip trembling.

Audrey said as her mind wandered to last night. "Hahahaha... think if not they'll be another name-guessing game this night?" Noah said smiling as he walked out the door. "How the hell am I supposed to figure out his stupid name when my legs hurt" Audrey said angrily. "Give it time and rest it'll wear off in a few hours," Noah said. "Can he really hear me from that far?" Audrey asked herself. "Yes I can and for the record, it starts with an N" Noah replied from far away. Audrey wisely shut her mouth.

So be prepared for that. Maya stepped out of the pool and took Noah with her, because he wanted to go to the bathroom, but stopped midway before they could reach the said bathroom, when she heard Nova's words: 'What?!? What do you mean an apocalypse? What kind of apocalypse?' 'I don't have time to respond now, they are calling me, so here you go, the story of the book Noah is in and you are in as well.' Nova snapped his fingers and suddenly thousands of memories entered Maya's head all at once, making her head almost explode, as she shouted in pain in fainted, scaring Noah, who started to cry and calling out for his dad, who immediately rushed to them, forgetting the woman who was talking to