Make My Sentence Sound Better Novels & Stories

I stared at the message for a second. Then added, almost recklessly— Me: like actually nice My fingers tightened slightly around the phone. This is the line, crossing it means there's no going back. The typing stuff appeared almost immediately this time. Paused. Then came back. B: you’re not making sense right now. I let out a soft breath through my nose, a small smile spreading across my lips. Of course I'm not. That's the whole point. Me: i ammm Me: you just dont listen 😭

he grumbled, delivering a firm, pussy soaking smack to her ass. “Ooooh. Merry Christmas to me,” she moaned with a smile. “Merry Christmas, Mrs. Martins -to-be. Now make that pussy talk to me nicely.” She had no problem doing that at all; that was her specialty.

making an effort to enunciate better. “Are you okay?” His voice rolls over my skin. Makes the thing pulsating inside me purr sweetly. For a second, it almost feels nice. “Yup. Don’t worry.” It’s a bad idea, trying to answer him and to stand at the same time. I’m in no condition for simultaneous activities: all it gets me is jelly knees and more pounding in my head. I remember, once upon a time, being able to walk and chew gum. Ah, past glories.

Use a red pen (or any other vibrant color) to track changes or edits along the way. Read aloud. Hearing how your writing sounds can also help you listen for lines that don’t sound right, like wishy-washy sentences, overuse of particular phrases, and unnecessary words. Sometimes a writer doesn’t realize that their sentence structure is poor or that their main point isn’t clear until they hear it read aloud (you can even use a text-to-speech program or ask someone else to read it back to you while you jot down things you notice).

I didn’t mean it in a good way obviously. “I didn’t know that you could sound like that. Your voice is usually so… cranky, you know?” Rox replied, looking so fascinated. “Like you had something stuck inside your throat that you couldn’t seem to get it out, something like that. But the voice you made just now sounded so smooth and seductive. You might have to sound more like that in the future.” I narrowed my eyes at him. You think I’m a voice changer or something?

I sound much tougher this time. "You should do same, but you're still here. Why?"

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎. “𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜,” 𝙸 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐� �𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.

“No, worse than that.” “Try me.” I add.

The Seer said to me as I sat there with my legs crossed, staring at him in silence. "You know it is the ambiguity of your words that makes me not want to come here sometimes. It would not do any harm if you went directly and said whatever it is that you want to say to me without having to make it sound so proverbial." I said to him, Let him know that it would be a lot better if he could just go directly to explaining those words to me instead of making them sound so difficult to understand.

I could not move. “Yes?” I managed to say, though my voice shook a little. Ugh, why am I like this? I cannot even act right. At this rate, I will ruin everything. “You’re new?” His voice was calm… low… deep. Why do men like him always sound so good when they talk like that? “No,” I replied, barely meeting his eyes.