Audiobook Demo 2019
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Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
he tried the door handle, but the car was locked. There's a suitcase inside, sir, Print observed Mallory, stomach turned with dread as he studied it. It was just about big enough to hide a small child in. He quickly lined up the tool in his hand and smashed the window before wrenching open the door with a quick studying breath. He unzipped the suitcase, praying his worst fears would prove to be unfounded. He flipped open the lid and exhaled in silent relief at the sight of the empty interior. Where was he? She waited to see if he'd reappear. No such luck. People were starting to stare again, so she walked toward the theater building. Bryn McKenna, an authoritative voice, called out. She cringed. Now what? Bullets started flying toward Henderson. He duked, right Emily. Following suit, another round of black clouds exploded below them. Emily felt Loki flinch as a few pieces of shrapnel cut into his exposed legs. Heavy flat coming from the destroyer. At our two o'clock, Emily said, starting to redirect Loki, I'm on it. People had told me I have 1/6 sense, and I was a good judge of character despite my age. I couldn't describe it, but I guess I was just born this way. You left as a child even last waiting day. You came back a child. He moved close again and she edged away again, wrinkling her nose at the smell of his cologne. She had never, ever encouraged his attention. Couldn't he tell that she didn't like him? Now I see a beautiful young woman as if he isn't only a year older than me. He sounds like a bad poem. She shifted another step to her. Right, But hey moved with her. Why is he doing this? Demons Can't he tell? I want to be alone. A set of looked at me. I saw the ghost of a smile on his lips, our eyes meeting for what felt like an eternity. He really was too handsome for his own good. And now I had the terrible task of telling him I'd ****** up with the room bookings, 12 notes and 12 sheets of music all delivered to my house at the stroke of midnight by a different delivery man. There was no return address, no name, not one single piece of identifying information. At first, I thought it was a mistake. Then I thought it was romantic. Then I got chills. Imagine you were outside. Walking through a large grassy field, you noticed there's a path of ahead.