Happy Feet Voice Novels & Stories

Skyler's voice grew quieter and quieter. I gave him a reassuring smile and said, "What's broken is broken. Out with the old and in with the new. Skyler, do you know how to paint?" He froze. "Yes, I'm an art major. But how did you know?"

I stare at it for a second, my heart thumps once then I take it. “Hello?” I say, my voice small. There is a pause. “Hey, Sugarlips.” His voice comes through. Smooth, deep, familiar. Just like that… my whole body melts. Not even a real touch. Just his voice. It makes my chest warm. My stomach flutters. My brain? Useless. My knees? Shaky. I bite back a smile so hard my jaw twitches. How can someone’s voice make you feel like something’s crawling under your skin, in a good way?

Or a rapper. 'Ok, ok, I'm sorry. I'll keep quiet.' I sat down on the edge of the bed and unconsciously started tapping my foot. 'Zannicus!! Are you a horse?!' 'No.' 'Then stop tapping your foot, it sounds like you're galloping.' 'Someone's a bit grumpy.' 'Well excuse me for being grumpy, in case you forgot, we're pregnant.' 'Oh. Right. Alright I'm sorry.' 'Thank you. Now one more sound, I'll literally separate myself from you and bite you in the ass.'

She pressed her lips together before adding reluctantly, "This time… the baby must have been mistaken." Brandon stared at her in disbelief, shaking his head repeatedly. "That's impossible. How could it be wrong? The baby has never been wrong—every single time, it's been accurate." He plugged the USB into a device, checking it over and over like a man possessed. "There has to be something we missed." The fact that even Brandon knew about our son's "voice" better than I, his own father, made my gaze darken. I closed my eyes briefly, steadying myself before speaking.

She is not that type of person. “No it’s fine. I hope everything is going good?” I said “Obviously it is. You helped us a lot. We can never repay you. I don’t want to hold up you any longer! Enjoy your time" She said and cut the phone. “She has a good soul" I said to Sophia. “She sure does" Sophia says as she smile bitterly. Next day we went for hiking. But Sophia suddenly start saying she heard a familiar voice. The a voice of a boy call her name. I look at that boy. Probably in his early twenties heading towards us.

I finally knew why I could hear the baby’s whisper! I finally found a way to change my life path and to survive!

I did not know who it was, but someone stretched out a leg and pressed it hard against my back. Then a malicious voice rang out. "An animal should act like an animal. Crawl." I froze. Looking at Anna's expressionless face, I gritted my teeth and was about to crawl out as the grief and anger filled me. Anna suddenly roared, "Enough!"

A disembodied voice said in a hushed tone. I got scared and almost fainted from a heart attack. That was not Stephan! The voice was different and much younger. Almost feminine but definitely male. I stood still afraid that if I moved a muscle, whoever was speaking would hear. It seemed like the person was talking on the phone with someone else. I listened attentively. "I am telling you, Dwayne, these people, it's like they don't sleep!" The voice complained. Who was he talking about? The voice sounded scared.

Who are these people whose voices I hear? "Give me a double dose of sedative and have a sleep aid ready. I'm hoping to capture that incredibly rare specimen of lycan serosal fluid. It's like Christmas in July." The same male voice said, and I caught that note of excitement mixed with anxiety. My heart began to pound with the frequency of a hummingbird's wingbeats before delighted laughter echoed around it, stopping my heart for a millisecond.

As if a dam had burst, her mind flooded with images, sensations, and an overwhelming sense of recognition. The words from the voice echoed like a mantra, "Hey, you are my little baby, if you want Alpha Hercules. I can't seem to change your mind. I would be supporting you all through your decision!" The voice, familiar yet distant, seemed to carry a weight that tugged at her consciousness.