Echo Of Her Voice Novels & Stories

And in the silence, I heard my own voice from within. "Ophelia Voss, daughter of frost, flame, and fracture. Are you ready to remember?" And I said, "Yes." To Be Continued.

She stood a few steps away from me. The wind played gently with her long hair. Her brown eyes sparkled beneath the dim blue sky. She smiled. The kind of smile that could quiet every storm inside me. "Ethan..." Her soft voice echoed around me. "Do you love me?" My heartbeat quickened. She smiled again. "Do you love me, Ethan?" I stared at her. Her lips... ...weren't moving. Yet her voice kept echoing inside my head. Over. And over. And over again. No...

he drawled, his voice carrying that effortless, playful charm, "but this level of bravery? I adore it." ​ He watched her make a sharp turn toward the brick wall, leaning her shoulder heavily against the cold surface to catch her balance. As she shifted her weight, her head tilted, and the yellow streetlight washed directly over her face—the bright red hair, the bloody temple, the sharp features he knew instantly. ​His face moved from smug to recognition in an instant ​ "Nina?" ​ When Nina heard her name called in that low, familiar voice, she stopped in her tracks and finally looked up.

Not this nightmare echoing back. “Shut up,” she hissed, her voice cracking beneath the strain and fury. “You’re not real.” One of the echoes stepped closer, speaking in her own voice, soft and almost cruel. “But we will be,” it purred, tilting its head. “As soon as you let go. As soon as you stop pretending you’re different.”

She asks, her voice deep. Tbc.

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.