I Hear Your Voice Mga Nobela at Kwento

Good girl "Rise and shine!" Naalimpungatan ako sa narinig. My eyes are still closed but my brows furrowed at the familiar high-pitched voice. It's obviously my Mom. I'm sure it's her. My forehead then knotted in confusion. Why is she here?

Pinagtuunan ko na lang ng pansin ang cellphone na nagbeep. Forth: Can I call? Forth: I want to hear your voice, Ma'am. I bit my lower lip to ease my churning insides as I read his messages. Damn this guy.

Hindi ko kasi halos maproseso ang mga nangyayari. Then I hear his voice—cold as ice, cutting through the night. “Shouldn’t you run away?”

Parang namamahid na ang ulo ko. "Calm down, love. I will not hurt you." His demonic voice replayed in my brain. That same voice who keeps haunting in my dreams." Don't cry. Don't cry. Shhhh! I said don't cry. Don't make me mad. I will kill you. I will really kill you. "

Napapikit siya nang marinig ang malambing na boses ng fiancee. “I just want to hear your voice.” And gain my sanity back.

"I love you, mahal mo ay mahal ko rin!" "Dada?" Sabay na napatingin sina Janina at Timothy nang marinig ang munting tinig ng bata. Nakapikit oa rin ito at may tinatawag.

Si Nnyx! And when realization hit me, that I heard his voice again... and he still has my number... it made me bit my lower lip and smile. "Fcker, stop! Ay--pota--hala sige! Mga gamit mo naman 'yan, bahala ka!" It was so loud pero nag-e-enjoy na akong nakikinig lang sa kanilang dalawa. Ang tipid na ngiti ko rin ay lumawak. He's so mad... but why do I find it amusing to hear?

I closed my eyes and about to push the blade harder but suddenly my guitar made a sound. "Value yourself when no does, Ezra Monique. You are better than this..."it's like I'm hearing my lola's voice. Doon ako natauhan, nabitawan ko ang pang-ahit at nanginginig ang mga kamay kong niyakap sa aking tuhod at doon ako humagulhol.

Hindi ko magawang ibuka ang aking labi para sagutin ang tanong niya. Hindi mabuti ang pakiramdam ko... iyon ang gusto kong malaman niya ngunit natatakot akong marinig ang sarili kong tinig. Ayokong may makarinig sa boses ko. I feel like he's just around and silently watching over me. Once I speak, he will appear in the middle of nowhere and I will experience his cruelty again.