I Hear Your Voice Drama Novels & Stories

“She probably doesn’t know she’s been unconscious for a week. Elle and I already made bail a long time ago. “As long as Elle and her mother are here, we’ll make sure everyone believes this bitch is mentally ill. That way, she’ll never act up again. She has no idea I’m livestreaming this right now. Once Raye starts freaking out, no one will care about the truth. They’ll all just think she’s insane…” A chill shot down my spine. I followed the direction of his thoughts and, sure enough, spotted a phone set up behind the door. Hence, I crouched slightly, forcing myself to look calm.

“Serves her right. Mom has been asking for this. How dare she talk about divorce? Someone needed to knock some sense into her.” “She wants a divorce but can’t go through with it. Pathetic. Now she blames someone else for taking her husband. Worthless.” Afraid that I might fight back and hurt Sarah, Robert, along with Rayan and Margaret, pinned me down. They let Sarah kick and punch me. Tears streamed down my face. I screamed like I was losing my mind. In the middle of this despairing moment, a familiar figure appeared at the entrance. “Dad!” “Dad!”

Her shiny blonde hair billowed behind her, and she wore a face full of makeup. She flung herself into Ryan's arms excitedly while pouting her freshly painted lips. "I knew I could rely on you, Dr. Costa. I knew you'd wait for me!" Ryan pretended to be indifferent, but he quickly looped an arm around her waist and headed for the helicopter. "Of course." Just as the helicopter prepared to descend and pick us up, a deafening crash was heard! A dark mass of zombies broke through the barricade and surged toward us.

‘You want this.’ A voice I’ve never heard before filters through my brain. I look around to see if anyone else is here, but I don’t see anyone. ‘All the drama, all the pain. Don’t you just want it all to be over?’ The voice continues, and I shake my head. “Not like this.” I tell it, and I swear I hear someone cackle.

I hear voices of my friends and my family calling my name, trying to tell me to hold something to save myself but the voices are giving me a headache, there is so much noise and I am unable to concentrate on anything the only voice which reached me more is omer's voice. I don't know I am still in my nightmare or in real. There is no way to save me from this valley. I am nearing the ground and I am going to die. Omer's voice is now clearly being heard. He is telling me to stay awake but how can I when I am falling from the cliff and I just want to slip into the darkness, it is calling me to embrace it. The last word I heard before slipping into the darkness is my name called by omer.

Her voice was hoarse and faint. "What are you trying to do? What part of no injections didn't you hear, Templeton?!" Eirika heard Bishop’s voice and jerked her gaze in that direction. The familiar sight of Arric’s beta made her heart thud faster than normal. ‘Just exactly where is she?!’ she thought.

Then what was the point of loving someone and leveling themselves as lovers or boyfriend-girlfriends once you needed another body to satisfy? “ Wait?" She gasped once again, coming back from this painful past, and frowned. ” The voice I heard in my dream was my real voice until the last one. Was it Kiara's?" Nothing could make sense for her but she couldn't deny the voice she repeatedly heard. Getting up quickly and changing her dress, she walked inside the room and looked for the diary. With wet hair, she didn't mind sitting down on the bed and opening the next pages which seemed to be like a clue that she should have known before.

After that night, neither did I hear her voice, nor had I seen her face. "Daddy, did you have your lunch?" Eric asks loudly, dragging me out of my thoughts. "I will", I pat Eric's head. "Am— who?" Chrisanna asks on the call and looks at me. "Oh. This is spider man next to me. Will you talk to him?" My heart starts throbbing against my chest. "Iri!" Chrisanna calls her aloud. "Iri. Can you hear me?" She looks at the screen. "It cut" Chrisanna fluffs her face.

Warmth spread slowly through me, like rain falling at last on dry ground. I looked into his star-bright eyes and started to speak. Bang! The cabin door slammed open. "Elise." A hoarse voice came apart in the sea wind and scattered into my ears. Richard stood in the doorway.

My parents are music professors, and their university is always hosting these music salons and exchange events. But they never took me. After I graduated from college, I was desperate to see what it was like, so I begged my mother for a visitor's pass. She was busy helping my sister Ella fill out an application for one of those concerts, and she cut me off cold: "Everyone attending is a top-tier musician. You can't even read sheet music—walking in there, you'd just stick out like a sore thumb." A few days later, I stood in the freezing wind, listening to the applause rolling out from the auditorium. My sister stood at center stage, performing alongside a bunch of renowned musicians. That nig