Silo Audiobook Novels & Stories

My ears buzzed. Blood boiling. Of course. Nathan. Standing at our gate, ranting like a lunatic, with a mob of livestreamers recording every second. "Windsor Corp's CEO thinks he's untouchable! Everyone, you're my witnesses—I'm seeing my wife today, no matter what!" I grabbed the docs I printed earlier and flew downstairs. Totally blanked that I'd sent the staff out. No one else home. Totally blanked how media flashing in my face after the accident used to mess me up.

Liora continued. Her voice began to shake with restrained emotion. "The audio recording you just heard is Silas White’s confession to sabotaging my mother Sofia White’s car.” “He did not merely let my mother die he planned it for stock shares and to erase his gambling debts." On the screen, the audio recording Liora had uncovered in the previous chapter played again. Silas’s cold voice saying "Just let it happen... it’s a necessary sacrifice" echoed throughout the room. Women in the front rows covered their mouths in shock at the cruelty of the man standing on stage.

But unexpectedly, he pushed her viciously to the floor. "Get lost! Sandy is my only mate, and Ray is our beloved pup! No one can replace her, not even Tom!" Judy's eyes widened. She couldn't believe that Dad would be so ruthless. "Grayson, didn't you say that Tom is the most well-behaved pup? You said that you would rather have him as your pup, and that Ray isn't worthy of being your pup! Since Ray is dead and Sandy is going to leave, why can't you accept Tom and me?"

"With cameras on every corner, Charles won't be able to hide for long. He's bound to be caught any minute now." Olivia had barely hung up when a loud knock rattled my door. I did not bother opening it. Instead, I peered through the digital peephole and saw the unmistakable silhouette. "Charles, I can see you out there. Don't mess up again. Turn yourself in, and maybe you can get a second chance," I called out. The knocking grew fiercer as Charles heard me. He was cursing up a storm, but I tuned him out, still pushing for him to give up.

I was a mess of noise and fluids. "You belong to the Governor!" Silas roared. He was moving with a crazy, wild speed. He was hitting my G-spot with every heavy thrust. The library felt like it was spinning. I could hear the sound of the books, the sound of the ruler, and the sound of my own desperate cries. "I'm gonna cum!" Silas panted. He dropped the ruler and grabbed my throat, his thumb pressing into my windpipe just enough to make me see stars. "I'M CUMMING! SILAS! AHH! EEEE!"

Sandino: “Money buys a lot of silence. That’s the real flex.” Inside the penthouse the silence was not bought so much as enforced. Two floors down, Raphaël lay awake longer than he should have, the memory of her weight on his lap and the soft sound of her frustrated hiss replaying against his better judgment. He had made the only choice that kept him employed and breathing. He still whispered the same three words into the dark.

There was nothing more overwhelming like hearing her talk, it blew his senses away in a way that was all new. He wasn't sure if he will ever get used to her soft voice or the way she whispered his name with an accent thinker than anyone's in the house. "Nice to see you all fine Ana " Davin spoke up while walking out of the room with the others. "Thank you " she whispered, now facing Marco being left alone with him felt comfortable but also made her suddenly shy.

Thud. Thud. Thud. "What the hell is that?" Sam asked as something hit the wall in a continuous motion. It was coming from the room next to ours. Sam and I stared at the wall, wondering what Grace- the girl in the next room- was doing. The thuds grew louder and faster, then it finally dawned on me. My face reddened like a tomato as sounds of Grace moaning filled our whole room. "Holy shit. Grace, it's too early for this." Sam shouted but I knew Grace wouldn't hear anything, she was preoccupied at the moment.

She dialed Silas's number, the rhythmic beeping a counterpoint to the frantic beat of her heart. "Silas," Riana said, her voice crisp and efficient, betraying none of the anxiety that gnawed at her insides. "I need you to prepare the vehicle. Full tank, reinforced chassis, and the usual... modifications..." There was a brief pause, the silence filled with unspoken understanding. Silas didn't ask questions. He never did. He understood the nature of her work, the dangers she faced, and the peculiar demands she often placed upon him. He simply accepted it, his loyalty a silent promise etched into the very fabric of their relationship.

His brow furrows, his fingers twitching against his iron cloak as he tries to hold onto a thought. "I heard the drones," Silas says. His voice repeats the cadence, stuck in a loop. "I heard the drones. I... I had a message. From the tech-shaman. Or was it Elara? I remember a debt. I just don't remember the face attached to it." He is formatting in real-time. The system is trying to erase his reason for helping me as he stands there. He is a brave man being hollowed out, and I am the catalyst for his erasure.