Bill Cipher Voice Lines 소설 & 이야기

Not after their first encounter. “Leave.” It was Greg who spoke. “Wait.Wait.Who killed who?” I lift my head.”What?” “She said she killed someone.” I state at Damon plainly. “Oh.” Lucious chuckles.”He can read lips.” Well I'll be damned. I bury my face in my hands again.

His voice softened. I was keening from the urgent impulse entirely new to me and inexpressible, I moaned loudly; “Yes! Yes! Yes please” Then lowered my voice once. “Paired and connected successfully” He mimicked Siri. “Now, Mr B.D can’t wait to penetrate and thrust in and out of your honey pot” He spoke softly and sensually. I bit my lips when a felt tingling touch from an imaginary d*ck sliding up my thigh yet I kept my eyes bravely opened because I only wanted to feel what was coming upon me but I got engrossed staring at the Mr BD which truly was a huge d*ck.

Cesar chuckled. They went out of the office and caught the temp just as she hastened to her seat. “Were you eavesdropping on our conversation?”. Cesar asked her in a cold voice. “No sir. I was um coming to remind you about your 3:00 conference call.” The lady, Annika said. “Cancel it. I’m going home.” “Sir?.” She didn’t hear him correctly. Cesar sent her a blank look. “You heard me.” “It’s with the president..sir.”

The sound of my own voice filled the quiet room. I scrolled through my beneficiary list to test it. Maybe the issue wasn’t with my account but hers. I needed to be sure. Then I saw Roland’s name. Roland had worked as my personal assistant for years. Loyal, honest, efficient. If there was anyone I could trust to test this with, it was him. I tapped his name, entered the amount—“$5000”—and hit “Send.” The screen blinked once and turned green. Transaction successful. I frowned. So, the issue wasn’t with my bank.

I look at the caller ID, it's my mother. My heart skips a beat. She doesn't make surprise calls. What's up with Carla, or Bob? Take a deep breath, Angelic, nothing happened. I answer the phone, and hear a tearful voice. Fuck! It's not my mother! -"Bob?" I mumble uncertainly. I don't know if it's really him, because my voice is choked up. -"Angelic," Bob whispers. -"Bob, what happened?" I ask. My whole body is tense, and the blood drains from my face.

The phone hung up, and I received a message from the bank, showing three hundred thousand dollars had been transferred to my card. With my heart skipping a beat, I felt my nose sting. I used the money to pay the deferred bills, but it wasn’t enough. Suddenly, I saw Zackary Dixon. I quickly hid in the corner of the hall. I saw him gently caressing Lillianna Castillo's cheeks and smiling dotingly. Five years had passed. Zackary had not changed at all. He was still a lively man.

The shadows seemed to hold their breath, and for a fleeting moment, all fell silent. Then a low, sinister chuckle echoed through the suffocating darkness. "I didn’t think you’d notice us so soon," it taunted, the words slithering through the air like a venomous snake. I tensed, recognizing the voice instantly. "Billy," I responded, my words laced with a cold edge. "What do you want?" He stepped out from the shadows, the moonlight glinting off his scarred face. "You know why we’re here," he said, his voice steady. "You owe us, big time."

Billy asked with wide eyes and Lilian looked taken aback too. I opened my mouth to say something, anything but words failed me, so Billy collected the phone from me. “Did you just say you would die? You want to die and leave my sister heartbroken?” Billy asked in exasperation. “Uhm.. hello!! Can you hear me? I can’t hear you any longer, there seems to be a sudden breakage in the network,” Alpha Zane said, making me roll my eyes. I knew what he was trying to do and I guess Billy knew too because he scoffed.

And for the first time in a long while, I believe it. I enter the payphone booth. Closing my eyes for a moment, I take a deep breath to steady myself. I clear my throat, wanting my voice to be loud and clear. Pulling the crumpled business card from my pocket, I dial the number scrawled in messy handwriting across the back. "Agent Miller," a gruff voice answers on the other end of the line. "John? It's Diana Giuseppe," I say, my voice barely a whisper as fear threatens to choke me.

“Hold please and I will transfer your call.” I started pacing the floor as the phone began to ring; once, twice, and in the middle of the third ring a someone answered, “Maidin mhaith, I mean good morning Clive Kelly speaking.” His voice sounds a little weird, like with an accent of some sort, but I couldn’t tell you what kind. “Good morning Mr. Kelly, I don’t know if you remember me from yesterday, but this is Baylor, your server and you left a note with your extremely generous tip for me to call you.” I hear a long sigh come through the receiver and then he continues, “Ah yes,Baylor. I was beginning to wonder if you had gotten my note at all.”