Echo Of Her Voice Novels & Stories

And the last echo of her voice—ancient and haunting—lingered in the air: “He’s coming.”

she said loudly while smiling at herself with all satisfaction. “I'm Latisha!” her voice echoed.

The moment he called her name on phone, her whole body went through different shivers. Dissimilar bit similar feelings were flowing through her nerves. She doesn’t have words for them…she wanted to comprehend such feel…but was failed. Her heart was in turmoil but with sweetness. Her mind was blank and her body was numb…after few seconds of pause, she again heard his voice…calling her name again.

I think I heard her voice. Aliyah's voice, a soothing melody that resonated within the recesses of my subconscious. It reached out to every part of me sporadically. Her words, although feeble, carried a comfort that transcended the boundaries of my immobile state. There was an unspoken connection created at that moment, a lifeline that she unwittingly threw my way.

Only the echo remained — the echo of a voice she could still hear in her memory: Run when I tell you. And so she did.

she said, her voice gentle in a way that almost made me want to crumble. I turned my head just enough to glance at her. My eyes burned, my lashes still damp from tears I hadn’t been able to swallow back. “Was it that loud?” I asked, my voice rough from crying. “No,” she said. “But it was deep. The forest doesn’t echo unless it needs to.” A humorless laugh slipped out of me, thin and bitter. “Well. At least I’ve made myself memorable.” “You’ve made yourself known,” she said, correcting me. “There’s a difference.”

"Skin temperature rising. You’re stressed. You carry so much tension in your jaw. Let it go." She exhales sharply, her mouth falling open. How can it tell? "That’s a good girl," Echo says. "You’ve been lonely. I can see it in your search history." She blushes in the dark. "Privacy is for people who have nothing to hide," the voice whispers. "And you? You have so much to give." The voice pauses. It seems to listen to the rain. To the hum of the city. To the infinite loop of time. "Lie back," Echo commands.

Then came the sound, an even more sultry one: whoosh, as the soft fabric caressed her silhouette. It was then my eyes widened in utter disbelief, my mouth breaking into life like a damstorm suddenly let loose. "What are you doing here?" I bellowed. The sound, of course, was empty save for the endless echo of frustrations and wrath roiling through me from the inside, like some water boiling in an unattended pot. My voice rang out into the room, bouncing off the walls very much like the timeless echo Jemima's smile still held, with her eyes dancing in the amusement of it all.

Lost in her contemplations, she was startled when Echo's hushed voice emanated from beneath the bed, eager to be part of the unfolding events. "Mommy, can I come out now?" Echo's voice, filled with anticipation, reverberated in the room. Faith's heart softened at the sound, her gaze turning to her daughter with affectionate warmth. "Yes, baby. Come out," Faith replied, her voice tender and soothing, an oasis in the midst of their turbulent lives. Echo emerged from her hiding place, her eyes shining with innocence, seeking reassurance from her mother. "Baby, can you please eat by yourself? Mommy has to go out for some work," Faith gently requested, her words tinged with sadness, hoping agains