Gentle And Lowly Audiobook Novels & Stories

His pupils were blown wide, dark and ravenous. “New mummy…” he whispered. But the voice was wrong. It wasn’t the high, lilting chirp I had heard before. It was a low, gravelly baritone that vibrated through my ribs and settled low in my belly, rough with years of silence and something far more dangerous.

They have minutes. Lucien’s breathing quickens. Solene’s pulse pounds. Her hand shakes. She taps code into Lucien’s comm: “Disable memory protocols.” FLASHBACK (Lucien’s Mind) – 3:33 a.m. A split-second. Lucien, eight years old. The same man, older, imposing. His father beside him, teaching command words. Whispering to small Lucien: “When the world sees power, fold it back to mercy… unless it fights back.”

I do not squirm but allow him to do as he pleases. I'm told that nonverbal people respond to gentleness. So, I am going to help this guy. The fact that he is alone at night, like me, he must have suffered some grievances. "Alejandro." He suddenly speaks but gently, this time. It takes me a while to figure it out.

His voice was calm, low, and somehow gentle, like water smoothing the sharp edges of stone. I hesitated, clutching the hem of my shirt between my fingers, my throat tightening with suspicion and longing all tangled together. “Why… why are you treating me like this?” My voice cracked, rough from sleeplessness. His lips tilted faintly, but he didn’t push. Instead, he extended a hand toward the chair again. “Because you deserve to be treated well.” My chest stuttered, and against every instinct screaming caution, I stepped forward. My knees bent slowly, the chair cool beneath me.

I fixed my eyes just above his head, determined to project an image of unyielding stone, even as I was melting from the inside out. Then a soft voice, I couldn't hear what it said or where it came from as I was still reeling from the pain. It was a whisper, a strange auditory intrusion that was barely perceptible above the roaring in my ears and the internal agony. It was not the cold, mocking baritone of the man on the throne. This voice was gentle, a subtle presence like warm air shifting the flame, and entirely inside my head. It felt distinctly different from the trauma voice, younger, more vital, but just as impossible. I tried to focus, drawing on the last reserves of my concentration,

"Get lost! I can't believe you actually believed me. If I'm not mistaken, you often commented on my poor upbringing, didn't you? Well, sadly for you, you're right." Like they said, I wasn't raised right. I didn't care about showing kindness or respect to others just because they were older or younger than me. I believed in giving an eye for an eye! Before leaving, I took the gold necklace from Gigi and shattered it right before their eyes. "The things you people desire are nothing more than trash that's not even worthy of my eyes."

Kisa's felt her heart tremble deep down and instinctively broke free from his hug. Gilbert's low and hoarse voice suddenly sounded above her head, " Don't move. Let me hug you for a bit." His voice had a heavy indication of exhaustion and exasperation from escaping death. His low and hoarse voice had totally lost its usual assertiveness, yet after hearing him say those words, Kisa really did not move.

Looking at her family records, she is a bit like Elijah, minus the 4 kids and a tad bit gentle personality to her subject. “[Thank you for you compliment Master, I’m sorry that I don’t inform you before hand…]”. (Elijah) Gently she said, although Elijah most of the time sounded like a heartless monotone AI voice when she speaks. When she was speaking to me she was always sounded gentle and loving especially when the talk about work has ended. “It’s okay, I did wanted all of you to developed..I will do everything on my part…so…how’s your stay there at the Shark Region?..”.

When he spoke, his voice was as gentle as ever. "Get some good sleep. I'll be right here by your side." A second later, I heard his thoughts again. [Finally. Some peace and quiet.] Those were just simple words, yet they hurt deeper than any venomous insult ever could. I didn't say another word and lay silently on my side of the bed. The heavy blanket pressed down suffocatingly against my chest. Beside me, Alder tapped on his phone, as if it had all been my imagination, but I knew the truth.

I thought I’d gotten used to it but being whipped by the alpha felt like I was being whipped with a molten larva whip. My name is Audrey, the lowest of the low ranking ware-wolfs to ever exist, why because I cannot shift and therefore am regarded useless, a good for nothing nobody who isn’t worth anyone’s time. Wednesdays are an exception though as that is the one time people take time off from their busy lives to watch me go through the humiliation called ‘motivation’.