Elizabeth Afton Voice Lines นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“What reason and where are we?” “Too many questions. We are in the phenomenal plane and I granted you passage. I will tell you a story about our lineage.” Elizabeth muttered as she pulled closer to her, looking into her eyes. They froze at the spot and she wondered what she was doing to her. The only reason why she let her come close to her was that she looked like her, and her story of being her great great grandmother was believable, and maybe she could give her a reason while she always had dreams of a book which had their surname encrypted on it.

Of old film. They moved forward. Slow steps. The shape did not move. Did not turn. The lens stayed pointed at them. Click. Click. Ethan spoke. “What do you want?” The shape lifted its head slowly. No face. Only deeper dark beneath the hood. Then a voice. Not Daniel’s. Not the son’s. A voice made of many voices layered. Elara’s. Her mother’s. Sandra’s. Their own younger selves. All at once. “You kept the door open.”

Elizabeth opened the doors, and the faint sound of a television spilled into the entryway. "Elizabeth!" a female voice squealed. "Where is ze master? I zought he would be wiz you." As she continued to speak, her French accent became more apparent. Another accent? Good God, she was trapped inside the International House of Nutcakes. 'Tell him to come," the French accent continued. "We want to play." Other female voices joined in, all urging Elizabeth to fetch the master at once. Aya snorted. The master. Who the hell was that? He sounded like a male Playmate of the Month.

As I, in disbelief, sought to understand her motives, Elizabeth artfully evaded direct answers, leaving thе nature of her imminent actions shrouded in mystery. "What do you want?" I askеd, sееking somе sеmblancе of undеrstanding. Elizabеth, with an air of ominous confidеncе, hintеd at hеr prеsеncе, acknowlеdging our connеction but withholding thе spеcifics of hеr plans. Thе rеvеlation, dеlivеrеd with a touch of dark humor, lеft an unsеttling atmosphеrе as shе dеclarеd hеr forthcoming actions—blackmailing. With a final laughter, Elizabeth abruptly ended thе call, leaving Noah and Me to grapple with thе impending shadows and uncertain fate that Loomed over our lives.

3 years later “Henry! For God’s sake, get them out of the water right now!” Elizabeth yelled from the porch at the bunch in the shallow water of the lake, but no one paid attention to her. “Henry, their lips are turning blue!” but when they still pretended not to hear her, she stormed towards the place where the beach towels were lying, and she grabbed one. “Victoria, get over here!” but her daughter just kept giggling and jumping up and down like she wasn’t there. “William! Now!”

"What do you want us to say? We really bumped into each other by accident." Sophia sighed, "Fine, if death is what you want, death is what you'll get." The sound of the chair moving was heard in the recording. "Oh, by the way, stop scratching. The more you scratch, the quicker the poison spreads. If you don't scratch, you might survive for maybe another hour." Then came the sound of footsteps. The driver's voice took on a tinge of panic. "Wait a minute." "Speak up!" "It was Elizabeth." "Explain it all or die right here!"

” “I’ll just imagine your voice.” ~Okay?~ “E” ~E~ “Liz” ~Liz~ “A” ~A~ “Beth” ~Beth~ “Elizabeth.” ~Elizabeth.~ Elizabeth smiles as she recognizes her name coming from David’s mouth. “That’s good. If you ever recover your voice… I want you to call my name… Okay?” David turns away. He didn’t want her to see his face. He quickly calms down and looks back at her. He nods. “Good!”

And the more she fought against the more, the more she wondered about them, the more her mind weakened against the onslaught, the more she was beginning to believe, beginning to want to believe. But just as she was about to surrender, she heard a voice. It was faint at first, barely more than a whisper, but it cut through the fog of memories like a knife. It was Elina’s voice, calling out to her, her words filled with love and desperation. "Elizabeth, please come back to me." The sound of Elina’s voice sent a jolt of recognition through her. She clung to it, using it as a lifeline to pull herself out of the haze. She focused on the voice, letting it guide her back to reality.

SECONDARY AUTHORIZATION HOLDER NOW APPROACHING FACILITY Everyone froze. Lewis asked slowly, “Approaching?” Victor checked the radar system. His face went pale. “There’s a submarine surfacing.” Emma whispered, “Oh no.” Elizabeth stared at the screen. Her voice barely audible. “She’s here.” And somewhere beneath the dark Atlantic waters… Elizabeth Carter’s long-missing sister had just arrived.

The ultimatum hung in the air, a stark reminder of the consequences of my task. As the fog disappeared as swiftly as it arrived, my body plummeted to the icy ground below. With a painful thud, my back collided with the surface, eliciting a cry of agony from my lungs. "What did you do?" Elizabeth's voice carried no hope, only resignation. "I saved us," I replied with a smile, watching as her eyes fluttered shut and her breaths ceased. It was a pity she wouldn't be present to witness my ascension to glory, but her absence mattered little to me.