Lin Spirited Away Voice Novels & Stories

They dumped a bucket of foul-smelling water over my head while laughing. "Look at yourself, Stella! You don't deserve to be in the Cantrell family! Rosie is the actual princess of the Cantrells! Go back to whatever backwater place you came from, you hillbilly! "Next time, we'll strip you naked and show everyone what trash you really are!" Nicole Sanchez shouted and kicked the door hard, making me flinch. I smirked, waiting until they left before emerging from the stall, looking like a complete mess. After that, I grabbed my phone from the windowsill, ended the recording, and sent the video to the principal and Mike.

The cacophony twisted around us, each voice laced with urgency and longing. "Is anyone there?" I called out, my voice trembling slightly as I stepped forward. The others tensed, shifting closer together, eyes wide with a mix of fear and curiosity. I turned to them. "You guys hear that?" They nodded, their eyes glancing around. "I think it's the spirits," Rion said, eyes wide. The voices merged into a haunting melody, weaving through the air like a thread pulling me in. "You come for the truth…" the child stated, voice high–pitched. "You shall pay the price…"

With my head bent like a dying flower, I stood up to leave, when I heard his voice. “Leaving already?” I looked up and a big smile spread on my lips. “Hi, Vok,” I said to him,m, smiling like an idiot. He had asked me to call him sir or put all those formalities. “Hi Lilith” he replied in a deep voice. It was called a baritone. I played his voice in my head repeatedly, and I didn’t know when he called out to me.

Through the tear in the bag, I glimpsed distorted figures, their forms vague and threatening. The footsteps halted in front of me. A voice, too familiar, pierced the silence. "You can quit pretending, Lily. I know you're awake." My pulse quickened, but I stayed perfectly still, pretending as though I was still unconscious. The voice persisted, dripping with disdain. "I hate lies and pretence, Lily. Quit the act and raise your head." Still, I remained perfectly in one position, my heart pounding in my ears, drowning out the ominous voice. The unknown figure seemed insistent, demanding a response I was not ready to give.

Blood and more blood and lots more of it. ^Breathe… Lucinda, it’s okay. Just breathe.^ Hesper’s soothing voice called out to me in my mind. I could hear her howling a beautiful song yet my mind seemed to be running on autopilot, confining me within my torturous illusions. ^Focus, Lucinda. Open your eyes. Look around.^

The murmurs intensified, and at this moment, I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole. “I’m here,” I answered softly, though my voice didn’t sound like mine. It sounded more... powerful, for some reason Silas exhaled, relief pouring off him. “Stay close.” Thankfully, he had the decency to mindlink the words to me to prevent further embarrassment. I nodded to him, but some of the candidates must have caught the exchange. The next moment, another howl could be heard throughout the mansion. Lika a desperate scream tore through the air and shook the earth.

I was fighting to stay awake. “Hi, my love, I see you awake.” He crouched down in front of me and took my jaw in his hand squeezing my cheeks to make my lips pout. “Connie come back in here and turn her body, so I have access to her ass.” Connie came and turned me around harshly. “Turn bitch or I’ll burn you again.”

she whispered, “I will come find you on your side, in your rot, in your hole, and I will tear your throat out in front of Him so He remembers how ‘no’ sounds.” The air went dead still. Collin sucked in a sharp breath. Heather actually grinned, wolf-bright and savage. “That’s my Luna.” Liam exhaled, something like satisfaction flickering under his calm. Zane whispered, awed, “Holy—” There was a sound at the ward line. Soft. Wet. Like something oozing backward. Retreating. Then nothing. The cold pressure in the air eased. The wrong-scent faded. The false voice was gone.

[Holly. I was petrified when I heard a voice that came within me. A voice that echoed in my head. The voice that sounded so familiar to me. [Lily…] I whispered despite the pain. Her voice somehow soothed the torment I was trying to endure. I felt her presence inside me. Lurking within my soul. She was me and I was her. [I am really sorry for what happened but I understand that you have to set free yourself from that kind of man.] Lily uttered in her soft, ethereal voice. I half-winced and half-smiled, still not used that I finally had a wolf that was so concerned about me.

​“Silas, why are you doing this?” ​The voice was perfect. It was not just Winnie’s voice; it was the specific, soft cadence she used when we were children and I had stayed up too late studying the ley lines in our father’s workshop. It carried the scent of northern pines and the warmth of a hearth fire. It was a sound that bypassed the brain and went straight for the marrow. ​“You are hurting me, Silas,” she whispered. “The cage, it is so cold. Please, brother. Just let me touch the sun one last time. I cannot breathe in the dark.”