Husky Voice Novels & Stories

a deep husky voice that gave me shivers answered. The lady looked at me sadly then sighed. "I'm sorry, I'm sure you have heard what he has just said," she said softly. "I understand, thank you," I whispered then turned and began walking away. I suddenly stopped moving and turned to look at the door, I couldn't understand but whatever I was feeling was drawing me back and making me want to push the door open. "Rhoyda, why the hell is your scent different," the man's voice asked in a loud growl that sounded like an animal.

in various voices: Nasal, Gruff, Monotonous, Cheerful, Grating, Guttural, Shrill, Hoarse, Sweet, Husky, Modulated, Booming, Small, Quavering, Wheezy… There were also paid options like Morgan Freeman, Obama, Batman (Christian Bale), Harry Potter, Cookie Monster, Tom Holland… Kate picked Husky, as she thought all girls would, and the screen returned to Ecto’s minimalist bedroom. “Oh wow! I can speak.” The CGI image of Ecto still didn’t move its mouth and his words still typed themselves in a chat balloon, but now they were accompanied with the husky voice Kate had picked. It drifted from the phone speaker. “Awesome…” Kate uttered under her breath. More amazingl

Linux patiently replied, "It's a type of husky, which is owned by my neighbor. It used to frequently visit for some food, so I'm sure that it was attracted by the smell of our dishes." He then asked Sherry to open the door. Once it was opened, an enthusiastic husky charged into the room like a gust of wind with a howl as it ran toward Hilda and circled her with a wagging tail. It even wanted to stand up and give her a peck.

A husky, male voice cut in "Can we start by having some silence? She isn't awake yet, but you're yapping and—" "I don't appreciate being spoken to in that manner, Nicholas!" The other person said sharply. Where was I? I wondered. My head throbbed badly and I felt as though my skin was on fire. I zoned the speaking voices out of my head and kept my eyes shut. I was certain that they hadn't seen when I had first opened my eyes. I felt weak. Too weak to think about anything or anything. Rather, I remained, unmoving until I slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

I heard an husky voice, it was familiar but I couldn’t fathom where I’d heard the voice before. I also couldn’t see his face, he was standing in front of the red light and was also wearing a hat hence making it difficult for me to make out his face. “H..Hazel,” I stammered, not sure how I was supposed to act, “Hazel Wallace.” I added. “I don’t need your last name, woman. Strip.” He answered, his voice was cold, colder than it was when he’d asked for my name. “What? Here? Right now?” I asked as I looked around and I could swear he smirked.

“She insulted us by pretending she was hell bent on praying. Implying we were animals that had no manners!” Winter arched his eyebrow, “Well, we are wolves. Husk waved his finger in the air. “Not in this form. We’re human, just like her.” My eyes darted to Winter, who merely shrugged and sat down. When Husk was in one of his moods, we knew better than to prove him wrong. Besides, I was exhausted. It’d been one long day. I hadn’t told my brothers about Keith, and when she was praying, I was a little freaked out. It was as if she had some kind of six-sense and she was worried we would hurt her. Like I had done with Keith. Winter was the easy-going among the three of us. Guess it was because he

I hear a husky voice. I turn to see a man, probably not much older than me. He's tall, not taller than Ogi, but tall. Piercing almond eyes and dark blonde hair. He's not white, but he's not as dark as my dad or Ogi. I know immediately that he's a Wolf. "NanaBoozhoo." I reply. "You're from North, I see." He says. "Yes. Northeast." I reply. "I thought I knew everyone I needed to know... I was wrong."

About halfway through class she turned to him and smiled devilishly. "Hi there." She didn't speak out loud, her lips never moved and he instead heard her voice inside his head. "My name is Syn, you must be new at this." The voice giggled a little. "You can't even Whisper yet, can you?" Syn noticed the perplexed look on his face. "It's like ventriloquism, but at ultra-high frequencies. Just hum a little, keep making it higher until you can feel it." Mike followed her orders until he reached a frequency that no human could her. "Now just talk."

I asked inwardly, not expecting a reply. “Fur,” the voice grunted back in my head. “Fur?” I frowned. “Who are you? And how are you communicating with me? And how is no one else hearing you.” “I’m your wolf,” Fur replied. “You’re the only one that can hear me. Now I repeat, don’t eat that food.” “Okay this is crazy,” I muttered. “I’m talking to a voice in my head and it’s talking back to me. You’re imagining this, Salvador . It’s not real. You watch too much TV.”

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.