Micah Solusod Voices Novels & Stories

A voice said from the door. Shivers ran down my spine...the voice..only one person has that voice. I would recognize the voice even in the midst of noise. Mich..ael.. that's Michael's voice. I froze on the spot as i await the person to come into view. It might just be another person with a similar voice. Michael wouldn't come to Mexico. My heart leaped as i saw his face. It's Mic..h..ael. Looking more cute than ever. 💎Elva's POV💎

“Great. Well I’m back now.” “You okay? You look, different. I mean you look great, like you’re so much more alive than I’ve ever seen you,” Noah breathes, as if he is stuck in a trance. Ironic, since I’ve died and come back, but he’s not about to find that out any time soon. Well, at least not in front of his assistant. “Truly…Your skin,” I hear Gia say from behind me. “Noah, did I lose my job? I swear I can explain everything. Like, I’m back now and not going anywhere,” I tell him, hoping he can hear the desperation in my pleading tone.

Micah, another member of my age, and also the future alpha of the Red Moon Pack. “I am fine, Micah. How are you?” I asked him calmly while taking my seat with Noah. “I heard that the last two months were very eventful for you and your pack.” He remarked further and I felt annoyed. Micah was my good friend, but he is chatty and sometimes his curious nature gets on my nerves. “Yeah, very eventful. I guess you already have all the information.” I remarked sarcastically.

She could hear herself. Oh Selene!! She really could hear herself. " Kira?" She called out quietly. Haven gasped in surprise. ' Oh Selene!! I can hear myself !!' ' Kira I can hear my self again!!' She squealed happily. All the pain she felt from the beatings the rogue gave her didn't matter anymore. She finally got her voice back. ' Your voice is back!' Kira said almost immediately. ' Now we can finally talk to our mate' She squealed happily too.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

“Is that the ship?” “Do you not like it?” replied Miko. “It is a Vessel Interaction Intelligence. I wanted a talking ship, and so I installed one myself. I can deactivate it, if it bothers you.” “Nono, it’s fine. Could it maybe not be a guy? I mean, it’s kinda weird to hear the Spirit of Amelia as a dude, you know? Or is that just me?” “Hmm, I do not believe it matters. But we can change it however we want. The package comes with multiple voices.”

Micah’s POV “Shut your fucking mouth up!” my voice boomed from the audio. “You fucker! I am so going to have this sex with you, and there is nothing—nothing—no fucking body will fucking do about it!!!” my voice continued, filled with rage and dominance. “Ahhhhhh!” a lady’s voice rang in the audio, high-pitched and trembling. “Shut your hell mouth! You wanna tell me you’re not fucking enjoying this?!!!” my voice cut through the recording like a blade, silencing the lady.

Home is this way. I don't bother arguing with him. Instead, I pull out my phone and text Micah. ME: What did you do this time, Devil? MICAH: Nothing, mes petit ange. I am only taking care of you. ME: Don't play innocent with me, Micah McKaine! MICAH: ;)

Beneath Black Hollow Micah stepped out of the trees slowly, hands raised. His eyes flicked over each of them John, Sarah, David, Daniel pausing just long enough to make it clear this wasn’t their first time being watched. “You don’t know what you woke up, do you?” he said. John didn’t flinch. “Depends on who’s asking.” “Name’s Micah. Born in Black Hollow. Escaped it before it ate me like it did the others.”

His eyes met mine and I raised an eyebrow. “Alpha.” He said, and I shook my head at the man, curious about how he had the guts to even speak when he was in such a situation. “I take it that you are wondering who I am.” “You can hear me, idiot. The fact that the two of us were talking right in front of you is proof enough,” “He is a mute, Alpha.” Viktor said, making me frown. “The man understands us by reading our lips, but he doesn’t hear a word that we are saying.”