Block Blast Voice Novels & Stories

Noah ordered. "Yes, sir." They all said at once. "Fire alarm started." He said and a loud siren was heard across the building. The people present in the building panicked and started running outside. They all had no idea what was going on and just tried to escape as soon as possible. "Sorry Noah the bombs blast within 1 minute. Get out if you can." A guy said through the Bluetooth but it wasn't their team member. They all recognized that voice at once "Bob!!" Noah shouted in anger and was agitated.

Blake slammed the receiver in the cradle, swearing under his breath. He had just spoken to a woman from the phone company, who had informed him that there was no way she could trace a call coming from a disposable cell phone. The bastard that called Nicola last night knew what he was doing. Seething, Blake pounded his fist on the desk. Coffee sloshed over the rim of the cup and onto the document in front of him. He grabbed several tissues from the box and dabbed at the piece of paper.

The impact sends me stumbling two steps back. “Are you blind?” a sharp voice snaps.

My anger began to bubble immediately. Blake cast a surreptitious glance my way, before turning away to pick the call. “I told you not to call me so early in the morning. What do you want?” He spoke in soft tones. A woman's high pitched voice could be heard on the other side of the line but for the life of me, I couldn't hear what she was saying. He listened for a minute before uttering a sullen, “Fine” before hanging up. The next thing I knew, Blake was rapping on the car window next to him.

The blast rolled through the hideout like an answering roar. It was dull, distant, then searing. My ribs felt the shockwave before my ears registered the sound: concrete whining, metal groaning, the frantic chorus of alarms. Someone shouted a name, and it echoed down the corridor: “Charge! Get out—"

" My phone started ringing. It was a call from a new number. At first, I didn't want to answer, but I knew it'll be Emily, so I answered. "What do you want?" I snapped. "Calm down, pumpkin." I immediately recognized it as Blade’s voice. "What the hell?" "You blocked me, I figured, so I decided to stop being gentle. I'll get you at all cost, so I found out about your debt collectors. I made an offer with them, so you're now mine, according to the contract." His voice was deep and deeply dangerous.

This was a mess. Then, a voice cut through the air, cold as a winter morning. "Well… this explains the headlines." The voice felt like a bucket of ice water. Blake went still instantly. He pulled away from me slowly, but he didn't turn around immediately. He stared at me for a second, his eyes wide and dark, before he smoothed his expression into a mask of ice. I turned around, my breath coming in short gasps.

this time a male voice and the entire place was engulfed in laughter. I knocked on the door aggressively, I don't even know where it came from, the laughter ceased and hurried footsteps came to a stop at the door and it cracked open. I saw the a girl with a full face of make-up and a dress that revealed more than just her cleavage. She looked at me with a confused expression, then something clicked in her head, "Blake, right?" "Yeah." she opened the door fully for me to walk in, I had interrupted their conversation and now all eyes were on me, "Where is she?" I inquired.

Cesare’s Voice Drops “…Rosette…” “I know.” Because I felt it too. Everything outside the convergence had just been muted. Like the world itself had stepped aside for something larger to enter. The Final Understanding Begins Then the voice returned. Not loud. Not threatening. Certain. “Primary synchronization accepted.” Blake went pale. “…Accepted into what exactly?” But the voice ignored him. Or perhaps— it simply wasn’t speaking to him. The Next Phase The pressure folded inward suddenly. Not painful. Not violent.