Movie Little Voice Novels & Stories

I ask no one in particular and look around my surroundings to find the source of the voice. "Here, down here, beside your father," the soft voice said and I looked to see a white wolf giving a wolfy smile to me. "It's me," the white wolf said while giving me a wolfy smile to me. "Yo...You, can talk?" I ask shocked.

The footage continued for three more minutes. My strength gave out, and I could no longer struggle. When I was a child, my parents taught me to speak by shaping words with my mouth. I turned to the camera and mouthed, "Goodbye." The footage ended. A tearful, wrenching wail tore through the interrogation room. My father slammed his hand against the table in regret. My mother fainted from grief. The police officers turned off the footage and looked at them with contempt and anger. "Jason and Lucy Folly, you have committed manslaughter and child abuse. Your daughter is not even 14, yet she has already shown deeply troubling behavior."

That's Lucian's voice. "Your appearance sometimes is your best disguise." Vincent's voice. "Take my hand, Louisa. And all of your misery will be over!" That's death's voice. All the voices mixed and clashed in my mind, getting louder and louder. Finally, all the voices faded away and there was only one calm and steady voice left. "Open your eyes, Louisa." That's my wolf's voice. I used all my strength to open my eyes and striking light was pouring into my view.

"Please don't be afraid. His Grace will not go into rampage anymore." Everyone frowned as they saw the adorable little furball in the woman's embrace open its mouth. "Woof." ... ... ... The voice... the little furball's voice was Liam's voice.

, Her raspy voice was heard in the silent room. She could feel something was wrong as she tried to open her eyes...it was blurry and her vision was not focused. She could see a man on the chair as he held something in his hand...fear and shiver of that day came back to her...she couldn't help but catch her head...a sharp pain made her feel the immense pain. "Little girl...", The man in front of her spoke as Mia could hear voices in her head...that man...who called "Little Rabbit...", Mia shouted on top of her lungs...her voice trembled as she was on verge of a breakdown.

Frank who was about to open the truck door stopped in mid-action and turned around to the source of the sweet voice. Bella came running towards him, with a small box in her hand. Seeing her like that, Frank was both touched and sad that she was not his own daughter. Bella came and gave the small box to Frank and said in a whisper. “your surprise..!! Share it with aunt Lily. Don’t eat it all by yourself” Bella kept her hands on her hips and reminded him as if he was a kid. Frank opened the small box revealing different kinds of cookies in them. Giving a small smile, Frank saluted to Bella playfully.

Voice 1 - “What a sweet meat of flesh! Look behind girl, no one taught you to show your back at someone?” Voice 2- “What a poor soul, to come here for her poor mate.” Voice 3- “I know the way to him; I saw him waiting for you. Come back.” Voice 4- “Follow me!” I didn’t pay any attention to them and just keep on walking forward. Voice 3- “You think you are brave? I have seen your soul cowering in fear like no other.” The voice started chuckling maniacally. Voice 2- “I can’t wait to see how her soul taste like.”

I asked, curiosity getting the better of me, and she shook her tiny head, yes. "Can you talk?" I asked, and she replied in a tiny sweet voice *Hi* that made me smile softly. *So you can minlink, but not speak out loud?* I asked, curious, and she explained, *I can hear you speak, but my voice is too tiny for your ears to hear.* Even her mindlink voice was tiny and sweet, filling me with a sense of wonder.

The most pleasing scent hits my nose. A deep voice comes from my right. “I remember a cute little mouse telling me she loved me, too. Where’s that love gone to, little mouse?” --CC_GN--

"We can't let him live any longer than this" I heard an unfamiliar male voice growl and I stopped in my tracks. What was that? It was coming from a room close to where I stood. The door was slightly apart. I made to leave but curiousity kept crawling on my skin. I succumbed to it and inched closer to the door with silent steps. "Quiet down Alfonso! Are you forgetting we're at the mansion. What if someone hears you?