Romans & histoires Movie Little Voice

He finally surrendered. “That’s fine with me.” I said and started eating my pesto and lobster. He chuckled and put an abalone on my plate. “The movie that you’re doing with Marcus, what’s the genre?” He asked after a minute. “Oh you hated it.” I said, trying to dismiss the topic. I don’t want him to know the story. “I’m intrigued. Come on.” He said, looking at me. “Romance and science fiction. I’m a robot from the other space. That’s all I could say.” I smiled and drank my white wine.

"And guess who actually knew what a standard deviation was?" Nathan’s eyes widened, a genuine smile breaking across his lips. "Are you serious? You didn't leave any blank pages?" "Not a single one," I laughed, walking right up to him. "I'm telling you, your study guide was perfect. I could practically hear your annoying voice lecturing me while I was reading the questions." "My voice is not annoying, Rockwell," he complained, but he didn't step back when I got into his space. In fact, his eyes traveled down to my lips for a split second.

Normally, with how much effort he put, its sound is enough to travel through everyone’s doors and windows in his neighborhood. But this time, as if a volume button set on the lowest minimum was present in the room, his voice only sounded like a small whisper, as quietly as that of a mosquito. It was so quiet that even Lei, himself, had a hard time hearing it. This made him completely stunned. After a full minute of silence, he widened his eyes and asked in horror, “Y-you! W-who are you?! What did you do to my voice?! Lei tried to raised his volume than before but it still sounded as quietly. Rather than making it louder, it only made him choked at the end. The guy was obviously amused, laugh

I yawned and let myself drift into sleep. "I'm sorry, I love you, Mi Amor," Unfamiliar voice of a man, a distorted memory, high pitched voices, and endless ringing in my ear, smashing thru the trees. A car chasing car, gunshots. The familiar feeling of fear, being chased by someone, the endless chant of prayers.

His voice echoed through the line making her shiver. This wasn't a good idea. "I'm not doing anything weird. Do you have a job you could recommend me." "Weird?" He smiled over the line, staring at a particular spot on his wall. "I wouldn't dream of it, Little Songbird. Where are you? I'll pick you up."

his voice began lowering with every word until it was only a whisper, "I would claim you so thoroughly that you wouldn't remember your littles Alpha's name. Every thought would be of my body and the way my body makes you feel. Every breath would be of my scent as my essence seeped into you. Into your very soul until you finally realized you want nothing more than to belong to me and follow me anywhere." As his voice got quieter and quieter I found myself leaning towards him. A sudden knock at the door broke the spell and I snapped back into my seat.

No time at all. Then I hear it. A tiny hesitant beep. Faint. Intermittent. A single spark in the void. It flickers. Once. Twice. Again. It grows. Faster now. Louder. Stronger. Insistent. A pulse of light and sound, small at first. Then much louder like something demanding attention. Tugging at a place deep inside me. And then the voices.nThree distinct tiny voices. Soft. Trembling. Loving. “Mommy…”

Not much of a weapon, but better than nothing. I kept moving. Slowly. Every corner felt like a death trap. Every creak of the floor made my breath hitch. Then I started hearing voices. Two men, whispering to each other. I ducked behind an overturned marble pedestal and held my breath. "Boss said sweep the west corridor," one voice said. Deep. Rough. Not familiar. "This place is a damn maze," the other replied. Lighter accent. "I don't like it." "Just do your job."

It's so frustrating! As I lay there, lost in my thoughts, a small voice suddenly pierces the silence. It’s soft, almost melodic, and it seems to come from everywhere, echoing in my head. “Chloe Jane,” it whispers, sending a shiver down my spine. Why does the voice sound so familiar?

Once Candy was out, Paige began to hear different voices saying, "Wow! She looks like an angel!" "She's the daughter of Mr. Summers." "I heard she's a singer; one of the spark girls." "Have you seen her gown? it's from a top brand." As Paige listened to their different comments, she felt sick to the stomach and scoffed. Candy noticed the expression on her face and said, "Come over here, Paige," gesturing with her index finger. Paige ignored her, not wanting to move. However, one of the guests sitting close to where she stood, said, "What sort of rude maid is this? Your boss is calling you, and you're still standing. Get moving."