Insanity Vocaloid Novels & Stories

But the silence wasn’t silence at all. Not for him. It was filled with a voice. Ishtiyaq’s voice. Every word from that call played over and over in his mind, taunting him like a cruel melody. "she will leave you herself once she sees the monster you really are." The words bled into his thoughts like poison. He slammed his fist against the desk, the glass rattling dangerously, but no matter how many times he tried to shake it off, it came back. The same sentence, the same mockery. Like a broken record stuck on the most painful line.

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As expected, morale was low upon waking this morning but I was determined to continue my day and to fight this. During my morning classes, I still heard the voices. Well sort of. It’s not internal as what I’ve come to understand is how usually hearing voices works. I know these voices aren’t God or some omnipotent being. No. These sound like my classmates gossiping, begging someone near them to let them copy their notes, or if they understand what the teacher is talking about. I look around and it almost seems as if these conversations are coming from across the room but I know that’s impossible.

Three years of sexual emptiness swept away with a wave of the hand. After a few minutes with Elio in the same room as me, my whole body is reborn. Elio wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me, and slowly presses me down on him. My head is spinning from the new orgasm growing in my belly. I cling to him as I pass my still-bound wrists behind his neck. I grab his hair and start biting his ear: "Voglio te, Voglio te, Voglio te... Mi fai perdere la testa"(You make me lose my head*) I sing to him with a shaky breath.

Is he also invited? "And I would like you to meet Vienna Malvar also known as VnM." I didn't even notice that brother RJ already introduced me. And the two DJs were shocked at me as if they had seen a ghost. "Finally we met you. I'm DJ Chacha and this is DJ Marion. We are right, you're beautiful and for sure many of our listeners will be jealous." I just smile at what she said, I feel like I'm out of words because of Tine.

I noticed an unknown number but whoever it was I wanted someone to talk to right at this moment to avoid the horror that's dwelling inside me. I pressed the answer button and bought the phone to my ear "Hello," I heard a charming voice on the other side. I kept quiet, not sure how to answer . The voice repeated itself "You there lailah?" "He-Hello," I stammered "What's wrong with you honey?" "honey? I raised my eyebrows " Don't tell me that you forgot who I am?" the intimidating yet charming voice captivated me "It's me, Luca," reality hit my brain and my eyes widen in surprise Holy Christ how can I forget

giggled the woman "Never mind Mita, do your job well!" "As you wish ma'am!" Mita, a neurologist who Cally trusts, has made modifications to humans several times. Making them robots for Cally that he guessed, the ones that were modified were the ones who must have harassed Cally's head. Strange indeed, Mita admits that her friend's madness since college, in the medical world, genius madly has only a few differences. Mita looked at the young man in front of her with pity, she was wrong to have woken a sleeping tiger from its cage. Mita starts injecting some fluid into her body. then began to mutate the man's mind from the screen of his laptop monitor

The thought made my body warm. Then I saw the voice memos in the folder. I clicked on one to listen. Riven’s voice came out. It was low and rough. “Izzy… fuck. Can’t stop thinking about her.” I listened to another one right after. “Her laugh makes me crazy. She’s going to ruin me.” I played one more. “I need to stay away but I can’t.” His words sounded tired and full of want. It was like he was fighting himself every single day. The words touched me deep inside my heart. I felt them in my chest.

Like a door that had been nailed shut her whole life finally giving way, and something on the other side rushing forward too fast to be gentle about it. "Seraphina!" Isadora's voice, high and thin, somewhere above her. Seraphina couldn't answer. Her jaw had already begun to change, elongating in a way that stole the shape of words from her entirely, and all that came out was a sound with no language left in it.

completely, utterly silent. “I’m trained in vocal analysis...a healer’s skill,” Cael went on. “I spent months in the healer’s hall, recording the Luna’s voice during sessions. I built a model...her cadence, her phrasing, her unique vocal fingerprint.” Another pause. “The recording you heard isn’t her. It’s built from those sessions, constructed to fool you.” He looked at the council. “I can show you, right here, in front of all of you, how I did it and how proper analysis exposes the fabrication.”