He Knew My Voice Day One Novels & Stories

When I realized I got the right person, I placed the phone back on my ear. “How did you know who I am? And how the fucking hell did you know who it was speaking?” Though Summer always said our voices sounded different, it was difficult for those who weren't close to us to notice any difference. Not only were we identical, but our voices were. It made no freaking sense that someone who we haven't met before would recognize my voice. He laughed, the sound coming out more bitter than I expected. “Tell me, how can you forget the voice of someone who gave you a mark on your eighteenth birthday?”

a raspy voice said on the other end. My stomach dropped. I knew that voice. I knew it. "I know you know who’s speaking," the voice continued. I sat up, adrenaline rushing. Gary. What the fuck did he want?

a raspy voice said on the other end. My stomach dropped. I knew that voice. I knew it. "I know you know who’s speaking," the voice continued. I sat up, adrenaline rushing. Gary. What the fuck did he want?

“I want to see you do it. I want to know that he can’t reach you, that he has no way of getting inside your head ever again. The only voice you’re listening to is mine.” Of all the things I expected him to say, best believe that that was not what I thought would be the first on the list. I stared at him, hoping that I'd somehow misheard, but as the seconds ticked by and he didn't move, I just knew I'd heard right. Fuck.

I hesitated for one second too long before finally swiping to answer. “H-Hello?” A low chuckle spilled through the speaker, rich and unmistakably amused. “Well,” his voice came, smooth and warm, “good morning to you too.” Heat rushed straight to my face. “I—” I stammered, already embarrassed. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—” “I know it’s you, Mia.” I blinked. “What?” “I said,” he continued, and I could practically hear the smile in his voice, “I know it’s you.”

“Cut off that voice right now.” There was no shouting. No effort. Just authority. The kind that didn’t ask. It commanded. A pause. Then. “Fine.” The voice shifted. And the moment it did, My entire body went cold. No… No, I knew that voice. “Wait… wait…” I stuttered, my eyes widening as realization hit me like a blow. “Da… Damian… I… I know this voice…” My breath quickened. “No…” My head shook slowly. “It’s not… it can’t be…”

His face was blank as he watched me scan him all over. “Our pup looks so much like you,” I breathed, my voice cracking. Goddess, I didn't think I'd be able to hold him like this again. I pressed my face to his own. I wanted to feel every inch of him. It still felt surreal. “Do I know you?” I heard and froze. That voice. I could recognize it even in my wildest dreams. But what did he mean by ‘do I know you?’ I leaned back. Couldn't he recognize me?

I clear my throat, “I came to see your…” “Sienna?” my back stiffens. I remember the first day I fell in love with him, it was his voice. It always sent a cold down my spine, making me relax but this time around it wasn't the same thing. His once relaxing voice made my nervous system crash, slowly I turned to him, my feet frozen to the floor and my knees shaking. “Hello Greg, long time no see” I give him a stern look but I clutch the strap of my bag tightly. “It's now or never” I tell myself.

I took a deep breath, exhaled, and hit call. The phone barely rang once before he picked up. “Hello, sugar.” His voice was low and rough, the kind of sound that felt like a shiver sliding down your spine. I froze, gripping the phone tighter. “How—how did you know it was me?” I asked, my voice coming out softer than I meant it to. He chuckled quietly, and I could almost see that crooked smirk in my head. “I just knew.” I smiled despite myself, though my heart was still racing. “My name’s not sugar, you know,” I said.

nThe fireplace still burned weakly in the corner. Yet the voice had been real. I knew it had. The sound had carried too much weight to be imagined. Too much confidence. Too much mockery. The One had spoken to me. Not through another person. Not through a vision. Directly. A low growl escaped my throat. The sound startled even me. My ears immediately flattened. The realization hit me harder than expected. That wasn't supposed to happen. Nothing about this was supposed to happen. I lowered my gaze and looked at myself. Or rather, what I had become.