Make My Sentence Sound Better Novels & Stories

I immediately averted my eyes because he might catch that I lusted after him in my mind. I swallowed helplessly, "I m-mean if it's okay with him." Why does my voice sound like a baby ?! I was already pinching myself on my back. Sin once again rebuked Aristotle, "If it's okay with you..." Sin smirked. My eyes rolled at what he said. I can not believe it. I mean, maybe they work tomorrow is very important and it's close to here so they prefer to stay

Hіѕ eyebrows rаіѕеd аѕ hіѕ еуеѕ ѕсrutіnіzеd my fасе. “Prеttу good.” His еуеѕ wіdеnеd in annoyance. “That’s еvеn worse.” “Okау, іt wаѕ grеаt,” “Thаt’ѕ аn improvement, but I thоught I dіd better thаn that. Hоw аbоut frеаkіng аmаzіng, you tоtаllу rосkеd mу world?” he аddеd wіth a ѕmіrk.

he said to me, his voice laughing, evocative, a warmth that lifted my heart. His story made me warm, my skin tingling, his voice, deep and even, making me laugh, my world just him, this comfort. "That's amazing. Bad pan," I said, my voice bantering, warm, my laughter big, my heart thudding, poco-a-poco.

His powerful voice vibrated through my ears. "What's good pretty?" A blush crept to my face. I feel like a baby every time he talks to me. I can't explain it but he just makes me feel beautiful. "Hey handsome, what's good?" I threw the question back at him cunningly. He let out a deep laugh that got my body vibrating, he really sounds so sexy and romantic over the phone. Which is of course no surprise.

His voice was lower now rough around the edges. “Slow down, tiger. We haven’t even gotten to the fun part yet” I froze, heat rising to my cheeks. God, I sounded impatient even to myself. I let out a shaky laugh “Sorry. I guess I’m a little…. eager” His smile was slow, dangerous in the best way. “Eager’s good”

"At least you will know. Right now you do not know anything because you have not tried it yet." I picked up my phone and started rewriting. We worked through the afternoon, cutting and rebuilding, Mia pushing back every time I softened something that did not need softening. At one point she made me read a sentence three times until I could hear what was wrong with it myself. By the time she had to leave for a class, I had a version that read the way she wanted it to read. Direct. Unapologetic. True. "Better," Mia said, reading it one last time before she left. "Much better. This actually sounds like you."

I take a breath, slower this time, and when I speak again, my voice is quieter, but it carries more weight. “Then stop making decisions like I don’t exist in them.”