Lily Voice Novels & Stories

“Lawton and Associates. Who am I speaking with?” I held my breath. “My name is Lily… Lily Thompson. I need to speak with Mr. Dante” Silence. It stretched for several seconds. I pulled the phone from my ear, thinking the call had dropped, but then I heard it — a sharp inhale, followed by a low mutter. “Lily Thompson?” “Yes,” I said, my voice steady, though my heart pounded. The man’s tone shifted, low and uneasy. “That’s impossible.” Theo leaned closer, frowning. “What do you mean impossible?”

ANDREW/LILY POV Lily’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her voice trembling with a mix of shyness and determination. “I liked him too, Luna. A lot.” Her words hung in the air, fragile yet undeniable, as her eyes flickered down to the dirt beneath her shoes. It was as though admitting the truth had stolen her strength.

He glanced at her, her eyes avoiding his. "Let me make this clear, once and for all." Lily's voice brought him back to the screen. Her fierce green eyes were on the camera, talking to his people. He could vaguely hear Velma trying to cut her off, even end the interview, but Lily held strong. When she inclined her neck, he felt drawn to her powerful words. The video stopped and he set his phone down.

" When I was seven years old Ray got hurt really bad trying to save a kitten from the tree . So I was terrified at that time and cried real hard . At that time a sudden small creature came up to me . After seeing it clearly I saw it was a fairy . It took me to their nest . And their the fairy godmother said something to me and blessed my voice . After I got back to him I healed him from his injuries . He is the only one who knew about my power up until now . I can command a person or a creature by raising my voice and can do damage by saying the words at particular tones . " "Well I think it's a great power then why are you crying ?" " It's just I can't control it sometime when I got to much

I managed to not sound like an idiot as I spoke, which I believed was a miracle all on its own. “I don’t mind at all.” The sound of Lyrek’s voice nearly sent me into a trance again, but I was saved by Lily entering the room. “Alright, little man, back in bed.” Lily said in a serious tone, yet I could hear the playfulness in her voice.

“You like Daddy’s cock?” “Yes Daddy. I love it.” My throat went dry. My brain was still half asleep so at first the voices were blurry, but now they were clear and I just… I couldn’t even process it. Harriot and Lily. The voices belonged to Lily, my innocent best friend, and her stepdad. Her stepdad!

Her voice was different from any voice Grace had heard from her. Not different in the sense of unfamiliar — Grace knew Lily’s voice well enough to know its registers: the professional voice, clipped and exact; the private voice, which was warmer and less guarded and which Grace had been hearing more of in recent years as the distance between them had closed; the voice she used when something had gone wrong and she was managing it, which had a particular quality of control that was itself a signal. Grace knew those voices. This was not any of those.

The tied lady could finally see clearly. She lifted her head. And what she saw shocked her. “Mmmm… mmmm…!” she struggled against the tape, anger blazing in her eyes. “Surprise… little sis.” The voice was familiar. “Oh, sorry. You can’t speak. Let me help you.” With sudden force, the woman ripped the Scotch tape from her mouth. “Ahh!” she cried out, wincing from the sting. She rubbed her mouth gently before lifting her face again. “Lily… you!”

(Author’s Narration) The atmosphere in the event grounds shifted the moment Lily Vale glided to the center of the event grounds. Her voice, soft and deceptive, sounded smoothly through the air, forcing smiles from the most honored guests. She had a rare, annoying gift: the ability to make everyone feel like they were the sole recipient of her attention, as if her performance existed for them alone.

She could feel Caspian's intense gaze on her back, sending tingles across her skin. Taking a deep breath, Lily closed her eyes and began to chant in a language so old it seemed to resonate with the very air around them. The words flowed from her lips like honey, sweet and rich with power. As she spoke, tendrils of silvery light began to dance around her fingertips, weaving through the ingredients. "Fascinating," Caspian murmured, his voice low and husky. "Where did you learn such an ancient tongue?" Lily's eyes fluttered open, the last echoes of the incantation fading. She turned to face him, a small smirk playing on her lips. "My mother," she replied simply, enjoying the look of surprise th