Movie Little Voice Mga Nobela at Kwento

I swore beneath the glassy surface, I could feel the churning and clashing of two bulls, both determined to destroy the other. “Little wolf, little wolf, little wolf.” A sing-song voice filled the air, cold and full of razor-sharp amusement. The bodiless voice sounded like a dentist's drill, making my ears and teeth ache. It was the scuttling sound spiders made as they scrambled up your skin. “Little clueless wolf, playing with things she knows nothing of.” “Choose wisely, child.” Another voice filled the air, this one warm and kind. “If you choose wrong, I will be unable to help you.”

She suddenly heard an eerie laugh. A strange voice sounded in front of her "You are a brave one little one, too sad courage won't stop me from taking you today" "W..wh.... Who are you "she trembled as she asked. " You don't want to know little one, for I may be your worst nightmare" the voice cackled "Oh no you won't, I'll rather do my best to escape" she whispered to herself. The voice must have heard as it said "you can't escape, look around you"

' A familiar feeling of mockery overshadows me, without a doubt whoever it was that got into my dream probably has a child's mentality. Who's he calling little? Just so he knows, am a woman. "Don't call me little." I yell at him, but he errupts into laughter the next second. What's so funny, I didn't crack a joke. "My, my, what a nasty attitude." I swear, I would break all of his bones if I actually see his hidden face, maybe he's just too scared to show his face, that's right, you better hide your big meanie. "Classic Diana. Same old attitude. You haven't changed one bit, what a child you are." Suddenly the room shines bright, and am all alone in here, so where the hell is this voice coming

Everyone in the establishment suddenly looked at Milla. One waitress even dropped her tray. The whole place was silent when Milla finished singing, maybe also shocked by the strange singing voice of the child who sounds like a young woman. Milla giggled. Her laughter sounded so precious as well. "My aunt said I have a beautiful voice and I would win a Grammy someday." Laura watch Milla carefully. She couldn't stop herself from touching her golden hair. Is it possible? No, it can't be... But that voice... That voice...

’ She gushes with glee. The silence deeps. The hootings go louder and louder. ‘We are on a mission.’ The sweet little voice belongs to the ever-so-silent Lily. She has pointed it out as a matter of fact but ends up sounding like a chicken whining for its mother hen’s attention.

Madeline nearly broke into tears when she saw her father, she was glad that her father was alive and well. Byron turned did he just hear Madeline's voice, he knew his daughter's voice anywhere. "Maddie is that you....". Byron looked through the crowds, if Madeline's was here if could have sensed her. "Yes father it is me I'm the voice you're hearing, are you alright?" Madeline could see and hear Byron but Byron could only hear her. He moved to a quieter place and stared conversing with Madeline. "Is this one of your powers how are you able to contact me..."

She knew this will happen once they got downstairs. "I told her not to bother herself with anything but she wouldn't listen, she said she wants to microwave her breakfast herself" She defended. "But–" "No buts, please Claudia" She pleaded with a pout, that kind of pout that no one can resist. "Just this once, before Sir Leonard gets back hence, we are all dead meats" Claudia said and they all burst out laughing. "Thank you" ......... About two and half hours later, Leo came back with Adam and the gang he went out with. Those men they captured are more tougher than he thought they would be. They've refused to speak up since yesterday no matter the amount of torture, they wouldn't budge.

His nose is aristocratic and a thick lower lips that is naturally reddish and seem so soft. Amber swallowed the lump on her throat. She suddenly recognized the man infront her. He is the man in the big picture, it's none other than Ashton Blumentrint Villacorda. "Who are you?" He furrowed. Before Amber could speak a hand gripped her arm. "I'm sorry, Uncle. We were just having fun." Said an angelic voice. The gentleman's thick eyebrows furrowed even more. "And who is she? Your flavor of the month?"

I don't even remember when it happened but I'm sure we were happy and this day was very memorable for both of us. Even though I haven't seen and been with him for three years, my view of him hasn't changed even though I've lost my memory. I suddenly fell silent when I heard that voice. I couldn't even move my hand or my mouth. That voice, the voice that everyone is obsessed with, the voice that is as cold as ice, and the voice that makes my heart beat faster. The owner of that voice was none other than Sebastian. I slowly looked up and looked in the direction where the voice was coming from. I'm not wrong, he is.

"Why didn't you tell me about your problem on day one? I would have spoken louder. I wou-" She shook her head. "That's not n-necessary." "Why isn't it?" "T-t-there's something in y-your voice," she stammered nervously as she gently tugged at her fingers. "In my voice?" She nodded again. "It's h-hard to ignore." "I don't understand where you're going with this." "Your voice," she looked down as a light blush stained her cheeks, "is the only voice that I can hear perfectly."