The Tell Tale Heart Audiobook Novels & Stories

*“The ink doesn’t follow the pen. The ink is the story.” I wasn't the Origin anymore. I didn't have the violet blood. But I had something the Auditor didn't understand. I had the **Truth**. I didn't look at the wolf. I looked at Rowan. "Rowan, look at me," I said. My voice was no longer a scream. It was a command. Rowan looked up. His eyes were full of fear, but they were also full of a strange, budding trust. "I’m going to tell you a story," I said. "And I need you to listen. Not with your head, but with your heart. Because your heart is the only part of you that Malphas couldn't buy."

Then it made a sound I had never heard before. Small. Broken. Almost childlike. Its hand rose, trembling, and pressed against the glass. “Red,” it whispered. “Yes,” I said. “Red River Crossing.” The golden eyes widened. Its breathing grew uneven. I turned the page to the woman in the blue shawl. Subject One’s claws scraped the floor once. “Mama.” Caleb looked down. Daniel turned his face away. My own throat tightened so hard I had to wait before speaking. “We found your sketchbook.”

Just pressure and warmth gripping my thighs and slowly pushing them apart. "Get the fuck off me!" I kick and swing at the empty air and my fist connects with nothing and the hands don't move. They hold my thighs open with a strength that makes my struggling pointless. A voice fills the room. Not from a direction. From everywhere. It’s low and the accent is acient. It’s deep and hot, the kind of voice that voices out erotica audiobooks for me. "I've been waiting two hundred years for someone to stay past midnight. Don't make me wait any longer."

I took three different cabs and walked the last six blocks and checked behind me every thirty seconds like he taught me and when I finally got to the coffee shop he was already sitting in the back corner with a laptop and headphones and a look on his face that made my stomach hurt. "What did you find," I said as I sat down. He did not answer right away and instead he pushed the headphones across the table. "Listen to this first. Then we will talk." I put the headphones on and he clicked something on the laptop and the audio started playing and at first it was just static and background noise but then I heard voices. Two men talking. The first voice was shaky and scared. "I am not doing this

"Okay, so I was looking for that History book that Alistair had given to you for some reason" He blinked, taken aback. He didn't know she had seen the exchange, hopefully she hadn't heard what had been said between them "W-why do you need the book love?" He asks, trying to compose himself. "I'm going to have to tell you something that you might not believe but I need you to" Audrey narrates everything, from her dreams, to Nostradamus's prophecy and how the tapestry had depicted the same wolf as the one she had seen in her dreams.

Ken happily said in return. They both clinked their mugs and afterwards, they enjoyed their food and beer... ============================= The next day... "Don't you dare come in!" "But why? Are you hiding a woman inside your room?" Cherish groaned inwardly as she heard those voices outside. They were talking so loud that her head starts to throb in pain. She decided to finally wake up, and she did a double take when she noticed something strange in the room. She's definitely not in her hotel room!

he said carefully, “is a Book of Untold Story. And it is not from this dimension.” The room was quiet for a moment. “Do we know where it came from?” Dominic asked. “That,” Marcus said, “remains to be determined.” I took a slow step toward it. And then another. And then I stopped because the sound began, not in the room, not in the air, but somewhere inside my skull, behind my eyes, running along the inside of my ears like water finding a crack. “Does anyone else hear whispers?” I asked. “When the book was opened, yes,” Kieran said, watching me now with new attention. “Only then.”

I heard a very familiar voice but as I was very scared, I did not recognize it. The man opened the safe and the mighty heart started beating wildly. It felt as if someone was beating a big drum widely. I covered both of my ears as the man went closer. He touched the mighty heart and screamed loudly in pain. The mighty heart had burned his hand. He fell on the ground and started thrashing as if he was a fish out of water. Without looking at them at all, I crawled out of the room. I opened the door and crawled out. Someone screamed to catch me. I stood up and started running. It all felt so real. I did not know but I felt the heat of the mighty heart inside me.

While packing, I would think of his disfigured body when he died. So, I packed on and off for two full days. At the very end, as I was wiping down a decorative piece on Dad's desk, a click sounded. A hidden compartment appeared on the bookshelf behind me, revealing a locked box. I froze for a second, then pried the box open with a hammer. Inside was a document I had never seen before. I read through it, noting that the contents seemed to relate to the Bianchi family's bankruptcy. I steadied my racing heart and hired a trusted private investigator to look into the matter.

The folder sits on my desktop, labeled Audio Recordings. There’s nothing ominous about the name, yet a cold sense of foreboding washes over me. When I double-click it, only a single file appears: “12th April 2024”. Just one audio. My fingers hover over the trackpad as my stomach churns. I click on it, my heartbeat thundering in my ears, making me rethink my decision to wait for Ric — only for a moment. I plug in my headphones, my hands trembling. I take a shaky breath, bracing myself for whatever this is.