Novel & Cerita Neuvillette Voice Actor English

----------------------------------------- RILEY OH MY GOD NEET, are u all alright. NEET No, my arm is not hurting on the opposite it is all good. RILEY I didn't mean it that way. NEET I know I am fine but it still hurt. LEVIAS What the hell are you doing here? ----------------------------------------- A loud voice boomed making Nia hide her face in the crook of my neck. She started shaking cause of the intensity of the cold chilly voice that belonged to none other than the beast himself ----------------------------------------- NEET Just on vacation...

The guy smiled, as if he had heard a well-deserved compliment, and hastened to correct himself: - I'm Neil - Neil Loksen.

Before she could finish, a low voice drifted over from behind her. “Sounds like you two are having quite the pleasant conversation. Concerned about each other’s health already?” Navia jumped in fright and spun around, eyes widening like a startled kitten. If she really had cat ears, they probably would’ve puffed straight up by now. “W-Why are you here?!” she blurted out. “Weren’t you in the study?!” “I have two legs,” Leonel Crawford replied calmly. “Even if I was in the study earlier, I’m still capable of walking over after hearing Mr. Vale arrived.”

NIRELLE "I...I...Ni..." Hearing Yvette stutter was a different kind of fulfilling feeling. She was no longer smug, and it was almost as if she was fighting so desperately for her life. "Are you going to keep stuttering?" Enoch's tone was firm, and I was enjoying this almost too much.

☆☆☆𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌☆☆☆ ✦✦ {7:25—𝕬𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖊𝖆}✦✦ “Any luck?” Nevena asked, her voice low—breath fogging slightly in the morning chill.

Neil was speechless. “Hmph! Nigel still treats me the best!” Nellie placed her hands on her hips and looked proud. “When Nigel gets better, I’ll only bring him shopping and we’ll have good food together alone!” Neil was aggrieved. “Mommy, look at your daughter!” Luna smiled helplessly. She hugged Nellie and continued chatting with Neil on the video call while talking to Nigel via the necklace. In Nellie’s brightly lit room, it was a lovely scene with Luna hugging Nellie.

My heart raced, a gut feeling telling me that this call would bring more bad news. The voice that came through the phone was cold and unmistakably familiar—it was Yolanda. Her voice carried a strange, almost eerie amusement, as though she had seen right through our fears and vulnerabilities. Yolanda wasted no time with pleasantries; she straightforwardly admitted to having captured Neil. Her tone was filled with malicious glee, tinged with a disturbing sense of satisfaction. "Neil is really quite adorable," she said, her voice dripping with malevolence. "He’s so obedient, but the way he cries... it’s truly pitiable."

Neil arched his eyebrows when he didn't get any response from the little girl. "I . I. I am 11 years old, Uncle", She stuttered badly in front of his dominant aura. Neil burst into a loud laugh when he heard her saying to him Uncle. "Little Dove! I'm not an uncle but yeah I am older than you for nine years", Neil said in his husky voice. His laugh melted in her ears. She was staring at his beautiful hazel eyes. Suddenly she clutched her stomach in pain and whimpered. Tears were continuously flowing through her brown eyes. Something struck in his heart when he saw tears in her eyes.

Neil looked nonchalant with a polite smile as he pulled out his passport to hand it to the police officer. “I’m from Centrolis. I applied for a month’s visa. I’m working as an actor, and I’m here for an acting course.” The police officer looked at him, then at the passport, and nodded. “This one’s…” “This is my fiancee.” Neil chuckled. “She’s from Centrolis like me but doesn’t understand Chaisene. You can ask me, and I’ll interpret for her, officer!” “Fiancee?” The police officer frowned and scanned Aurelia with a skeptical gaze. “She looks familiar… Have we met somewhere?”

Nani, his mother mother, had given him the figurine when he was still a boy, saying that the object would bless his life. home. The woman in the hall beamed. " Bonjour , mon nouveau voisin ," she greeted him like a new neighbor. — Bienvennue . Je m' appelle Kat Fallon. Her name and the way she pronounced it told him that despite her excellent accent from Québécois , his native language was English, as was Nav's. He replied in that language. — Nice to meet you, Kat. I am nav Bharani . “Oh, what a nice accent.