The Martian Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

​Through the distortion, a familiar, raspy laugh cut through the cold air of the tunnel—a broken, hideous sound that made Mia scream and slide down into the floorboards of her chassis. ​"Vivian... oh, my sweet Vivian..." Marcus Kane’s voice whispered through the speaker, distorted by the crackle of a distant, high-power transmitter. "You thought forty tons of granite would keep me in the dark? The Iron Fangs have very good radios. And I just traded them your father's biometric frequencies for a seat in their lead armored truck. I'm right above you."

began to fray. ​"The resonance is changing," Nora said, her fingers tracing the bone-flute slung across her chest. She stood at the center of the bridge, her bare feet pressing into the moss-covered floor. "The Earth’s pulse is still strong, but Mars... Mars is a Silence. It’s a vacuum of history, Papa. It’s like a room that’s been scrubbed clean of its soul."

Martian said slowly, looking depressed Teresa breathed slowly as though she she was running out of breath,She was asthmatic and the same time barren She reached out for her inhaler, inhaling the substance quickly she regained consciousness “You know he isn't our son,why do you keep thinking he is, his just..”. Martian complained immediately being interrupted by his wife “Okay,I would leave you to do whatever you wish to then,I can't create children no matter how desperately I want them too,but don't harm my Antoino in whatever decision you come up with”. Teresa said standing on her feet to leave the sitting room Martian stared at the ground sadly,he loved Teresa so deeply that the last thing

It felt as though my very bones were being ground to dust. "Good! That's it, a little more!" Marta commanded. I felt a sudden, slithering release, a great pressure giving way. The roaring in my ears subsided just enough for me to hear a thin, reedy wail. It was the most beautiful and pitiful sound I had ever heard.

"Langston, put the tablet away. Abigail, honey, stay close to Jessa. I need everyone to be quiet for a second. I have to settle this or we’ll never make it past the Walker Ridge gates." "I took a breath, trying to steady the frantic rhythm of my heart. I could feel the phantom weight of the mark he never gave me, a cold ache where a bond should have been. I hit the button and forced my voice into a mask of boredom." "You’ve got a lot of nerve calling this late. Who is this?" "Mars." "Just my name. That low, vibrating rumble that used to make me melt into the sheets at the Walker Ridge Estate. Now, it just felt like a threat."

I immediately realize I should have left five minutes ago. I quickly grab what I need and head towards Mr. Martian. I'm a bit shy about this. Mr. Martian was engrossed in reading and didn't notice Mark yet. I muster the courage to say, "Um, Mr. Martian?" He looks up, clearly annoyed by the interruption. He was deep into his book, and I've disrupted him. He asks, "What?" Mark just smiles and waves to Mr. Martin while I point to the door and say, "I have to go." It's clear that everyone in the room is looking at Mark and me, and I can feel their gaze.

“Yes, I agree—we’ll do it!” “Ash!” Audrey glared, making her shut up. I watched as Audrey took a deep breath and knelt to meet Mars’ eyes. “Do you really want to stay here in the palace with…daddy?” See, she was just as disgusted by that word. Mars threw his tiny hands around her shoulders and rested his head against hers. “Please, mommy.” He pleaded. “I’ll be good, I promise.” Mars pouted. “I-I’ll go to bed early. I’ll eat my vegetables, brush my teeth!”

Hell, all I could think right now was the way his skin had felt and the way his mouth had tasted. I was hungry. Starving for Tohr, for my mate. -Mara-. My name echoed through my head almost painfully. And it certainly wasn't Tohr's voice that did it. I jerked my head up from the book that Nerrian had been translating to help me learn their history and their language. -Sorry! - I responded back, burying my thoughts deep.

He asked after a moment, his blue eyes straying from Madeleine for just a second, to give the strange and incredibly hot chick a quick glance, observing her as she aimlessly trudged around through his living room. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” His interest only piqued at the sound of Madeleine’s reply, his brow raising as he looked back at her. “Try me,” She quickly donned down the glass of vodka first, the young male mimicking her actions as he closely watched her, eager for an answer. “She’s actually a martian,” “What? What the fuck!”

"You stand there and look serious." "I always look serious," Marcus grunted, but he straightened up. The room went quiet. Then, the iPad on the coffee table crackled to life. Ethan had chosen the track. It wasn't Mendelssohn. It wasn't Pachelbel. It was The Imperial March from Star Wars. Marcus snorted, covering a laugh with a cough. Liam smiled. It was ridiculous. It was perfect. He looked toward the hallway. Aurora walked in.