Novel & Cerita Stranger In A Strange Land Audiobook

Curiosity punched into her system, and she called, “Who are you? Do you live nearby? And what are you doing here at this hour?” “He’s coming for you… too,” the stranger said without turning to face Heather. “Who?” “He’s coming for you too… he’s coming for you too… he’s coming for you too. And this time, he’ll not leave. He’ll eat, he’ll roast, and you’ll cry and die,” the stranger chuckled, a maddening noise that reverberated. Heather covered her ears, afraid if she listened anymore, she’ll consider herself a demented cow.

I tried to reach out and hold onto whoever had walked in, but this strange person stepped away from my touch and squatted down right next to me. “You can scream all you want, Elarian. No one can hear you, and soon enough, you and the bastard in your womb will be dead before anyone discovers you,” a familiar voice whispered hoarsely. My heart skipped a beat, and I could see the darkness slowly eating at the corners of my vision. With whatever strength was left inside me, I reached out and gripped the cloth of this stranger. No matter how hard and painful it was, I held on and didn’t let go, even though this stranger was kicking and stomping on my stomach like I was nothing but a doormat.

Sandy just raised his head like a refreshed one and then looked around. "Hey, black shirt man....am talking to you", the stranger again said in his male voice. "Huh! I thought to me... but he is speaking to someone else who is in black shirt", said Sandy in mind and then went back to his bullshit thoughts of the past again. "Hey, black shirt man...why are you not responding? Can't you hear me?", again he felt he heard something like this from the same voice. He decided to help the stranger,, therefore he also started to search the black shirted man.

A new title appeared on every screen in the world, scrolling in a font made of starlight: "BOOK TWO: THE MARS AUDIT. PROTAGONIST: HOPE THORNE-VANCE. STATUS: INITIALIZING..." The sound of the 1977 cassette tape played one last time—Hiss. Click. Whir.—and then, the music changed. It wasn't a ballad anymore. It was an Anthem. "Check your pulse, Reader," Hope’s voice echoed through your device. "The first chapter of the future just dropped. And this time... You’re the Co-Author."

"It can't be." The stranger stirred, a faint groan escaping him as he shifted again against the thin mattress. His lips parted, and a voice rasped from within-low, rich, roughened by strain yet carrying a timbre that resonated deep in my chest. "Don't run."

Reasonable honestly. Completely stopped. God. Then she whispered: "Lily..." Fair. Pause. Reasonable. "I think we're lost." God. Silence. Fair. Complete silence. Reasonable honestly. Then somewhere deep inside the cave— God. A strange sound echoed. Fair. A sound none of them recognized. Reasonable. And Peanut— God. Peanut started walking toward it. Fair. To be continued...

Yeah, let’s try that again tomorrow, shall we? Yes, tomorrow sounded like a good idea… “With all due respect,” the stranger’s voice spoke again, and I sensed a dangerous hint of defiance in his tone. “I think I’ll stick around.” There was a loud growl--- and the funny thing was, I instantly felt relaxed at hearing it.

It was quiet, almost sacred, with sunlight streaming through the large windows and rows of books inviting me to lose myself in their worlds. I wandered through the aisles aimlessly until I stumbled across a section on business biographies. My fingers hovered over the spines until I spotted one that looked familiar: Against All Odds: The Rise of Evan Bennett. I pulled the book from the shelf, my heart racing. I hadn't known a biography about him existed. The cover featured a candid photo of Evan, his piercing eyes staring directly at the camera.

His priorities were different. Hayle, initially overwhelmed by fear and anxiety, tried her best to hold herself together. But it wasn’t easy; the anxiety gripped her heart, causing her entire body to tremble. She couldn’t even hear clearly. However, when Roberto mentioned Jaxter’s name, she suddenly began to hear it. Slowly, she focused on his voice, fighting herself just to catch the surrounding sounds. When Roberto mentioned Jaxter's safety, she could hear it clearly, and the disturbing buzzing in her ears faded away.

He barely took off his boots before he crossed the living room and opened the laptop that waited like a silent judge. The screen glowed dimly. SYNTHESIZED AUDIO: DEMODULATION COMPLETE Duration: 47 seconds His throat was dry as he sat down, hovering over the play button. Finally, he clicked it. The voice came on, clear and without distortion or hiding. “You’ll live.” “Rumors are made by cowards.” “Careful. You’re starting to sound curious.” Alex stared at the speaker as though it had personally betrayed him. It wasn’t anonymous anymore.