I Hear Your Voice Drama Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Anchor seen." Heat immediately shot up my arm and raced through my veins. I felt burned and sweet all at once, and my breath caught as the air sparkled around me, and then... I heard a voice. It was faint and distorted, almost like a radio that was just out of range. "Iris?" I froze, my heart beat so fast that I was surprised it didn't explode. "Lila?" My voice cracked. "Oh my god, is that you?"

“You’re not.” Eli swallowed hard—not because of fear, but because that touch… anchored him so suddenly he felt dizzy. Damian’s voice dropped. “What did you hear?” Eli hesitated. Not because he wanted to hide it, but because even saying it aloud made it more real. “Her,” Eli whispered. “Your ex-wife. Or… whatever version they made of her.” His pulse tripped. “It sounded exactly like her. Same tone. Same pauses. Same words she used when she—”

I took a deep breath, imagining my consciousness sinking deeper within myself, past the surface thoughts and immediate sensations. *Hello? Are you there?* I called into the void within me, expecting the same hollow emptiness that had greeted me every time before. *Well, it's about time you properly looked for me!* The voice—distinctly feminine, vibrant and somehow familiar—echoed through my mind with such clarity that I gasped aloud. My eyes flew open, meeting Leo's concerned gaze. "Victoria? What is it?" His hands gripped my shoulders. "I heard her," I whispered, tears springing to my eyes. "Leo, I heard her!"

' she asked on her thoughts not really expecting a response but when she heard his voice, she gasped and smiled weakly. 'Whoa, you can hear me?' 'Yes. Don't sleep on me. Don't.' 'But I'm bored.' 'It wont take long,' Daeira heaved a deep sigh and shook her head in closed eyes when she heard it again, the voice. 'It's calling me out again, you know.' she said. 'Don't fucking listen to it,' 'But-,' 'No but, Daeira.'

As I gave my order to the disembodied voice at the other end of the line my eyes followed hers to the TV where the first really hot scene was unfolding. Gretta turned the volume up. The "brother and sister" were sitting in their parent's den dressed in much the same attire as Gretta and I presently sported talking about a disastrous double date they had just returned from.

Hence, I crouched slightly, forcing myself to look calm. If I couldn’t hear Zack’s thoughts, I might have already lost control and attacked him. And if I did, the doctors would have me strapped down and signed into a psychiatric hospital. I smoothed the rage from my face and spoke calmly, “Where’s my baby? The one I just miscarried. It wasn’t even three months old.” Zack patted my head tenderly, faking sympathy. “It looks like we need to increase your dosage. You’re still hallucinating. You never got pregnant, and now you’re imagining a miscarriage.”

“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!”

From here on out, you're on your own. This time, Ryan fell into utter despair. His hysterical cries were raw with regret. We turned around and made our way down the stairs cautiously. Just as we passed through the final hallway, Clara's fearful and pained scream echoed ahead. "No… No! Help me!" It seemed the "chip" was finally doing its work.

‘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.