Bless The Daughter Raised By A Voice In Her Head Novels & Stories

" You already believe what you want to believe. Will it make any difference if I tell you the truth all over again? You are deaf, dumb and blind. " The woman was still persistent. " But who are you? " She begged again. " Oh, don't you know me already. Did you just not introduce me to your daughter as the Daughter of the Damned? " With another wave, she left the room as it was again engulfed in darkness. The only thing left behind was the tingling sensation of sprinkled stardust.

I call out with my mind and, like an answer to my plea, I hear a voice. "Hey, baby!” I feel hands run through my hair and I feel a mixture of happiness, anger, and anxiety. I have to get away from those hands, someone is trying to kill me. I'm near hysteria when the voice comes again. “The doctors say that our daughter is fine and that you are too. They put you in a coma so that your brain can heal;” Daughter? Yes! I foiled his plans without even trying. I chortle in my head.

Just as I selected the photo, an anxious voice suddenly rang out in my mind, "Wait, Mom! You can't send that!" Startled, I looked up. However, I didn't see any children around. Who on earth had just spoken? Sensing my confusion, the voice spoke again, "Mom, it's me. I'm your baby!" I was even more confused. Was the baby in my belly talking to me? But it was only a fetus that had barely taken shape! The voice continued, "Mommy, you sent that message right after the checkup in your last life. Dad's secretary saw it and got jealous, so she ran off. The deal he was about to sign fell through. In the end, Dad blamed everything on you.

Her voice dropped to a whisper. Soft. Poisonous. "Estelle, you're pathetic." The call disconnected. I lay on the floor without moving. Like a corpse. After a while, the kidnapper sighed and walked over, knife in hand. I shifted slightly, exposing my blood-soaked forehead. Then I begged him like a stray dog. "Give me one more chance. "One last call."

I put my six-year-old daughter in my mother-in-law’s hands as I was busy with an overseas project. Every month, I would send her 20,000 dollars in allowance, not including holiday cash gifts. My mother-in-law would always talk about how well my daughter ate and slept during every video call. In the video, a feast was always laid before my daughter. So when her teacher claimed that she had fainted out of hunger during class, my first thought was that she must have called the wrong number. I rushed back home and headed straight to the hospital. The doctor said that my daughter was suffering from long-term malnutrition and her weight was far below the average. She also had severe post-trau

Chanting rising from somewhere I can't locate, low and rhythmic, wrong in a way that makes my skin crawl even though it isn't mine to remember. "Please." A woman's voice, close, breaking. "Please, I have a daughter. She's three. She doesn't know how to braid her own hair yet." I turn toward her and find myself inside her, somehow, seeing through eyes that aren't mine while still being entirely mine, feeling hands bind her wrists to a stone slab colder than anything I've ever touched. Above her, robed figures chant words that pull at something deep in her chest, dragging it loose thread by thread.

As the iron gates of the mental institute swing open, my wife, Serena Seacrest, walks in with her childhood sweetheart, Adrian Cross, beside her. She looks at me with utter disgust. I am strapped tightly to the bed, unable to move. She sneers, "Damian, you've been subjected to electroshock treatments for an entire month. Is your mania any better? You pushed Adrian down the stairs and nearly broke his leg, so I sent you here to teach you how to be a normal person." Serena tosses a worn-out pink comfort bunny onto the floor and speaks as though she is granting me a favor. "Get down on your knees and apologize to Adrian. If you do, I'll be kind enough to let you see Lila next month." I sta

After remembering for the eighth time that I am the real heiress to the wealthy Fletcher family, my brothers are about to hypnotize me again for the ninth time. My three older brothers, Dustin, Dominic, and Derek Fletcher, make me draw lots to decide the role that I'm going to have to assume after I'm hypnotized. The three lots are labeled "fake heiress", "the maid's daughter", and "the impoverished student the family is sponsoring". "Draw one." I don't move a muscle. Dustin's face turns grim first. "If you still want to continue living in the Fletcher household, Autumn, then stop trying to steal Daphne's identity away from her!" Dominic frowns and says impatiently, "Can't you be more

A woman’s voice whispered, “Hello, daughter.” My entire body went numb. It was the First Serael. And she was no longer speaking from inside my head.

The creature spoke, its voice a haunting echo, "You cannot escape what you are destined to become. You are worthless." “Wake up Sweetheart,” Her mother said lovingly to her only daughter while caressing her hair, waking her up. She swept the cold sweat away from her forehead. Her heart clenched seeing her daughter in this state. She has never felt this helpless. Her one mistake cost her her daughter's life and her spirit. Wiping her tears away, she wished she could just wipe her daughter's haunted memories. How she missed her innocent bubbly little girl. "Good Morning, Mom," rubbing her dreary eyes, Ava smiled at her mother. She knew she had woken her up by her nightmare. She can't help it.