Talking As Fast As I Can Audiobook Novels & Stories

My voice sounded hollow, almost completely detached from my own body. "Hey!" Mary’s voice flooded through the speaker, her breathing heavy, the distant hustle of campus traffic audible in the background. "Can you do me a massive favor and save a seat for me in the lecture hall? I’m running a bit late and traffic by the main gate is an absolute nightmare." "I’m not in class, Mary. I don't think I'm coming to campus at all today," I responded, my voice dropping to a low, quiet whisper. "Wait, you're not in class?" Mary repeated. Her frantic pace came to a sudden halt, her voice breaking slightly like someone who had just stopped running.

Kieran spoke calmly, still feeling the effects of the strike on his stomach. “She drives way faster than usual, and we tried to keep up, but it felt like she was flying through the corners and turns.” He explained. “Where did you learn how to drive?” I could tell everyone was amazed at my driving skills. There were no cars on the roads, and the wheels felt comfortable to me, so I went faster. How do I tell him that his advice taught me how to drive fast?

I look over at the speed odometer and I see he was going seventy-nine miles per hour. "Damn, bro" I didn't realize you were going that fast," I told him with shock on my blank face. "Yeah, I know, I know" I am slowing down now." He said it but not in our minds. She heard him speak and now we are talking in front of her. We were trying to make conversation with her, but she just looks like she was out of space like she wasn't her, but her body was but she wasn't here. So, I saw Avery with a blank look on her face and a blush on her cheeks, oh, I wondered why that happened until I felt a tingle down towards my cock. I knew my wolf Axel was with our mate wolf.

If only I could crack that secret myself. When I’m not drinking, I feel like I either: A. Ramble fluently in ‘doofus’. B. Annoy the living shit out of whoever I’m talking to with chaotic chatter spoken at approximately 100 miles per hour. C. Piss people off with my blunt, impatient nature.

“Yeah. Apparently, your sister can easily run thirty-five miles an hour for an hour, so I’ve got my work cut out for me. I wanna be faster than her.” “I wonder how fast Aaron can run then.” “I was told not to even think about being that fast. My understanding is there was some sort of an accident that caused him to be a lot faster than the rest of us, but I don’t know much about that, and the way Aurora is staring at me, I’m guessing I’m not supposed to ask.” I couldn’t help but giggle. I could imagine the Amazonian woman staring him down. “Well, I have to get back to class, but I just wanted you to know… I was thinking about you. About your training, the IAC, everything.”

Cormac tries to speak, but my halting palm in the air stops him. “I would like to be alone. Wait in the other car,” I order, and he obeys. My head relaxes on the headrest of the seat as a lot of thoughts wander through my mind. A funny feeling crawls through me. My mind becomes a playground of unrest. Who the hell is that dude, and why is he so fast? The only one who has ever been faster than me is my late old man. And he isn’t as fast as this unknown man. Why does this unknown man also have a striking resemblance to me?

This library might be helpful at times, but comfort is definitely not one of its strong suites. Looking toward the entrance, I debate on breaking the promise I made Paison, and go out and get food by myself. Right as I think that, the devil himself walks in like he owns the damn place. Turning towards him, I get ready to scold him when I notice the face he is making. I almost think it’s a face he makes when he is constipated, but his eyebrows are a little too high on his forehead for him to be plugged up. Getting ready to ask what’s wrong he beats me to and starts talking as fast as the speed of light. “Whoa, Whoa, hold up, you're not making any sense. Try talking a little slower, please.”

Listening to Damien talk about his achievements was motivating. From his story, I could see a man who struggled and worked for every penny he had. An hour into our conversation, I yawned four times. “Are you dizzy honey?" Damien asked, turning off the Tv with the remote. I yawned again “mmm". He turned off the lamp and adjusted himself in bed.

Saturday 8:45am, Barcelona He's telling me the story about trying to escape Raisa and Allison when Isabella saved him, suggesting the drinking game. He talks fast when he's on drugs I can still follow him though, and he appears to be able to keep up with how much I can talk, not minding it one bit and not looking bored. He looks like he's actually listening, only interrupting when he has something even better to add. "I want a pizza because even though I'm not hungry, I can hear my stomach growling and I don't want to pass out."