Armin Voice Actor English Novels & Stories

“Stop pretending like you give a shit and tell me why you summoned me.” He turned back to her, looking amused. Aremin was what many would mistake for a nobleman at first glance. With that high nose and regal gait, Aremin looked like an angel but he was easily the most dangerous man she knew. One only had to look into his shrewd eyes to know this, the eyes of a man that would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. “Why don’t you buy my bullshit like the rest?” He asked and finally strode to his table.

Nic says with a playful groan. “How is he by the way? And yes Castries is definitely better than New York. I knew even after just three hours there.” I say. “He’s fine. He’s absolutely loving New York, for some reason. I’m dragging him to a spa with me today. He’s cursing me now but he’ll be thanking me when my favourite masseuse, Armin, lays his magic hands on him.” “Ohh Armin. I remember you mentioned him once.” “Yeah. He’s the muscle whisperer for sure. Anyway, what’re you doing today?”

Dominik gave the man a sharp look. "I'm sorry, sir. I don't want you to be in a hurry," the young man replied. Dominik paused, his mind suddenly remembering what Adine had said this morning. Apparently, the woman's expression had managed to annoy him. "Arion, go to Amel!" The voice of command just came out of Dominik's mouth. "Huh?" The young man named Arion, who was none other than Dominik's assistant, gasped. "Are you deaf?" Dominik let out his sharp words again.

He said still looking at me as if he didn't believe a word I just said. "Oh! the twins are here bonding," a familiar voice belonging to no one other than Armano Dante De' Luca said, cutting us off. He was putting on a pair of black joggers and a white T-shirt. His hideous mask's was still on his face. I rolled my eyes, hissing loudly. Guy you need to be calming down. Armano gave me a dead look, I smiled in response. "I'm sure she would have spilled it all out to you. Whatever she told you is the truth." Armano added.

Stunned of being suddenly submerged, I automatically bring my arms simultaneously over my head and flap them into the water to propel myself up and finally bring my head out. I inhale a deep breath, catching my respiration and cough out water. Thank god that I didn't put makeup today. Coming back to my senses, I realise that loud guffaws are resonating around me. My jaw clench as it's Eren who is laughing his ass of. Freaking moron! I even have my shoes on.

“Nice to hear your annoying voice, Oren.” ***

Alpha Darren's words made Diana's stomach tingle like a butterfly had flown in. This was the first time someone complimented her voice when she was forced to be mute. “I hope you don't catch me wrong. I'm praising you because I want you to believe that talking is your right, so you don't have to listen to people telling you to shut up anymore. I want you to be able to fight them.” Yes, Diana wants to do it too. And now even more so after Alpha Darren showed his support. Now Diana doesn't feel alone anymore. And that was exactly what Diana wanted, someone who could reassure her, who could support her without judging her.

I still wonder how I can recognize her voice despite not remembering if I really was the 'Arie' they were talking about. "A-Ari!" cried a trembling male in a low voice. "L-Lowell?" I stammered in confusion. He tried to stretch his hand out to reach me but stopped midway, knowing I wouldn't be able to handle his touch. "Argh! This is so frustrating... I'm sorry, don't mind me," he murmured to himself, though I clearly heard his words. He was weeping pathetically like a child in front of me, but he couldn't hold me in his passive form.

The tent filled with murmurs of disbelief and rage, but one voice rose above the clamor. Arman, his thick blue eyes burning with fervor, pushed back his chair and rose to his feet. His frame, tall and broad-shouldered, seemed to fill the space with raw, unrestrained energy. “Father, give me the command,” he declared, his voice sharp with eagerness. “I will return to Varshan Hold and end this rebellion. I’ll cut down every traitor and lay their heads at your feet before the sun sets. I won’t even need my brothers for this—it will take me but a day to wipe out these insects who dare spit on your name.”

For the first time, I felt truly in it, not just adjacent. Eventually, the collective teasing gaze of the table landed on its favorite target: Arman. Arman was… something else. A foreign exchange student from some northern country, he looked like he’d stepped out of a classical painting. Wavy brown hair, eyes the color of a summer sky, tall with the lean, strong build of a swimmer. He was also quiet, incredibly kind, and intelligent. And every single day, it seemed, someone worked up the courage to confess their feelings to him. He would always refuse with a gentle, polite finality that left no room for argument but also no lasting bitterness.