Romans & histoires Saving Noah Audiobook

“I’ll have you know that countless agents of the Bureau would sell their souls to have me become their system! Getting the honor of being the host of such a powerful, experienced, and capable system such as me is your greatest fortune!” “That’s nice.” Noah nodded his head, a nonchalant smile gracing his face, “In other words, those quick-transmigration web novels I’ve read are more reliable sources of information than the Holy Scripture. Good to know.” He didn’t know why, but Black suddenly had a feeling that this recruitment wasn’t going in the right direction. Sure enough, Noah’s unconcerned tone flipped to cheery, “So, when is the next bus to Haven?” If Black had a human body, he would ha

It's been two weeks, Noah always goes to Amrodan's house every day. He rarely spent time with Gladys. Even Noah never went to school and Xeva never saw him. Exactly today, Noah went back to school. He didn't want his father to be suspicious, Moreover, knowing him who often comes to the uncle's house to practice magic secretly. Because practicing at Amrodan's house, now Noah has become very strong. His magic power exceeds his father, Mr. Retter.

Dammit, he thought. Dammit all. With a resigned sigh, Noah pushed away from the wall and made his way over to the group. Hannah stood, gesturing to the stool with a smirk, and Noah shot her a withering look before sitting in her place. A young boy immediately thrust a book into his hands, and Noah found himself the recipient of a dozen expectant stares. Steeling himself, Noah cleared his throat and opened the book, scanning the first few pages with a furrowed brow. When he began to read out loud, his voice was flat and monotone, utterly devoid of any of the animation or voices that Hannah had used.

Aurora sits frozen, her face pale, her lips pressed into a thin line. Noah straightens his tie, glancing around the table. “None of you can even think of opposing me,” he says, his tone icy. “You all have skeletons in your cupboards. And I assure you, I know exactly where they’re buried.” With that, he buttons his jacket, adjusts his cuffs, and strides toward the door, Nile trailing closely behind him. The moment Noah steps outside, his phone dings. He pulls it from his pocket, his eyes narrowing as he sees an unknown number. It’s a video recording.

She sagged to the ground again and the man who had saved her, hissed. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Noah’s arms scooted under her thighs and around her back, lifting her to his broad chest. “You’re going to have to learn to channel the power, Serenity, or it’s going to kill you.” “Fuck you.” “Yeah, real professional.” Noah drawled, taking them down the alley. “Luckily, I have a place nearby.” He stepped out into the street; his boots clomping on the pavement and turned them to the west. Serenity’s head tipped back, her body sagging in Noah’s embrace as he moved swiftly down the street and the man muttered. “You should have summoned us earlier.”

Deep moss-colored eyes fanned my face, but my body held no reaction. I couldn’t help it when irritation flooded me. I wanted to be left alone, suffering in silence as I was triggered by practically everything. I could feel him hovering over my shoulder, waiting for an answer. “Breyona.” I spared no effort to raise my voice above the music, my eyes darting over my surroundings. There was no sight of Mason, Carter or Wade but the makeshift warehouse club was huge. “Breyona. I'm Noah.” My name left his mouth like a seductive song, carried to my ears by the thundering music. His voice was raspy, nothing like Giovanni’s. Giovanni’s voice was rough, but held a certain silkiness that made your toes

He carefully placed the books on the table and tapped on it, "Well, what do you say?" "Let me see what I can do." Noah said, confidently, reaching out for the books once more. The men looked at each other, puzzled and suddenly curious as to what miracle Noah would perform. Truthfully, if he was able to sort out the accounts, it would be of a big help. Noah asked for a fresh book and it was provided him, and while all the men watched him eagerly, even Jeb, he went to work. Within seconds, the clueless man with amnesia in front of them seemed to transform before their eyes.

“Eggs tomorrow.” Noah nodded, relieved, then hesitated. “Did they… talk about her?” he asked softly. My throat tightened. “Yes,” I admitted. “They played a recording.” Noah’s hand stilled on his pencil. “Her voice?” “Yes,” I said. Noah’s jaw clenched. “Did she sound scared?” I swallowed. “Yes.” Noah looked down at his workbook like it might save him from grief. “I hate them,” he whispered. “I know,” I said, and placed my palm over his hand—brief, steady, no spectacle. “But we don’t let them make her voice the ending.”

That’s it, just one word from Noah: trouble. Running toward her, I gather up my boy. As soon as he lands against me, his sobs fade into shaky breaths. This weight in my chest steadies everything else that wobbles. Nose buried in the crook of his neck, I pull in the scent like air after drowning. They won’t take you. Not while I’m here. Already heading for the window, Noah checks how far down it is. Too high a fall. Trapped, he thinks out loud. Facing Alex now, he asks about their people at Highvale - how many are ready inside

he said. He put a finger up to indicate silence and answered the call. “Hello. This is Noah Bernard.” Noah paled as he listened to the speaker on the other end of the line. I was tempted to use my werewolf hearing to eavesdrop, but I decided to give Noah his privacy. “But how could he possibly…yes, I understand what you’re saying. Could you just go over the argument with me?” I wasn’t sure why, but my stomach was in knots hearing Noah’s end of the conversation. I just hoped that my instincts were wrong and that it had nothing to do with me.