Husky Voice 소설 & 이야기

The forest was suddenly frighteningly silent, and it was possible to see the danger lurking in that atmosphere. The Black Wolf was satisfied with the forest's silence and walked past the Red Wolf. “Do you want to fight Ezra alone?” The red-haired wolf timidly asked her leader, she knew that when she asked the word, she would receive the leader's punishment, but her loyalty allowed her to do it. “Are you doubting my ability to fight?” The voice was filled with sternness, a sentence that made the listener shudder involuntarily. It does not allow anyone to infringe on the authority and to fight power of the voice master.

Hesitating for a moment, she answered. "Hello?" she said, her voice was cautious. "Miss Olivia," came the deep, unmistakable voice on the other end. "It’s Victor Husley." Her grip tightens. "What do you want?" she demanded, a hint of irritation in her voice. "I wanted to ensure you gave my offer proper consideration," Victor replied smoothly. "I believe it is in your best interest." "My best interest?" she said. "What kind of man give proposal to a woman like that and thinks he’s doing her a favor?"

Jasper asked me in his husky voice, his back still turned to my face. Shit!

I sighed, rubbing my forehead, all tiredness and exhaustion flooded into my system. “Who got a shot on who?” A familiar Husky voice that I've come to love asked hoarsely, I whipped my head in his direction, my feet carrying me as far as I could be fire flinging them on his body, the health of his body enveloped me, I breathed in his scent, which is kind of mixed with antiseptic now, my nose remained in the happy spot located between his shoulder and head.

The owner of the voice kept hitting the zombie as the other zombies stood on the like and watched as one of their kinds was disciplined. Willow hiccupped and held her mouth immediately, she glanced at Igor and saw terror in his eyes. "Who is that?!" The owner of the voice stopped disciplining the zombie and looked up. Willow thought that she had heard that voice from somewhere before. But she could not picture where. She was so sure that she knew the voice, if only she could take a look at the owner of the husky masculine voice, she was sure that she would know him. She thought if it was the voice of the Master and waved off the thought immediately. The Master's voice was not as deep as that

A male Husky with a sexy voice spoke from behind me as I turned to stare at the handsome man behind the voice. No doubt,just like his calm voice, he was handsome in terms of both his look and his physical appearance. "Hey " "Hey" "I guess you are new in this environment." "Yeah, I am, but I'm fitting in so perfectly." I mutter with a sigh. Having total strangers invade my privacy, especially with my mood swings, is what I didn't expect. We both became silent for a while as he rested his hand along the wooden shades. "Nathan is the name."

he says in a powerful husky deep voice that came straight from his chest that made goosebumps rise across my arms with delicious shiver run down my spine. Oh, boy was I in trouble.....

My voice emerged huskier than intended. As the words struggled to escape my throat, a husky voice emerged instead of the assertive tone I had intended. I cursed myself for not mustering a firm and confident demand. The man, however, merely smirked, his gaze shifting from my eyes to my trembling lips before breaking into a smile.

the husky voice continued, words unclear when he resounded as if remembering a so-distant unforgettable event. That confuse me and thought this husky voice man couldn't be possibly a bad guy, he is soft inside and can feel sad for the reason unknown. But then the he lifted up the mood, said confidently to Almiro, “I know she will be fine though. She will able to survive even knowing nothing of the dark tragedy! I thought... knowing a few may lessened her pain, though I'm still hoping she will remember her promising side...”

I was about to tell them that Derek Novak owned me and harming me would be a big mistake, but was interrupted by Husky before I could speak. “Who cares?” he spoke up. “Anyone who walks past the forest and reaches the fortress is under our mercy. I’m sure her master will thank us for teaching the insolent slave a lesson.” His finger traced one of the scratches on my legs, drawing blood with his protruding claw. He took a whiff of the blood and smiled before tasting it. He smiled. “Sweet.” It was Pitchy who seemed apprehensive. “Perhaps we shouldn’t touch her. We don’t know who owns her.” Still, his eyes were on me, his free hand running the length of my arm.