Nina Blackwood Voice Change Novels & Stories

Karl, aka Nathan's car, drove to Nina's office; Nathan reminded Nina that he was currently Karl, and Nina smiled at her lover's new face. "But your voice is still Nathan's, people will easily recognize," Nina said. "Yes, baby, that's why I won't talk for a while," Nathan replied, "but I'm ordering a device that can change my voice." "Huh? Is that possible?" asked Nina in surprise. "What's impossible, darling. Currently, this is an advanced era." Nathan smiled, and Nina nodded. A few moments later, Karl's car arrived at Nina's office; it stopped in a visible place; many employees had already arrived and noticed the luxury car. Some were surprised to see Nina leaving the vehicle; Karl lowered

One of them squeezed her jaw, causing her to gasp in pain and open her mouth. I calmly approached and poured the elixir down her throat with precision. Nina gagged and choked, her body convulsing as the guards held her in place. “Leave her,” I commanded once the vial was empty, stepping back to observe what would follow. In a matter of seconds, a transformation took place. Nina’s pupils dilated until her eyes were nearly all black, the darkness engulfing the color like an eclipse dimming the sun. Her lips quivered, then fell silent, only to quiver once more, as if attempting to speak but unable to.

The ones they’d encoded into my marrow when I was just a cluster of cells in a glass jar. Suddenly, the pain stopped being sharp. it became distant. A nuisance. I pulled my head up. I didn't look at Elinor. I looked through her. "The Swiss vault is for amateurs, Elinor," I said. The voice didn't belong to me. It was deeper. Smoother. It had the gravel of a man who had smoked three packs a day and ordered executions between courses of lobster. It was the voice of Alexander Blackwood. The original. Elinor froze. Her hand went to her throat. "What?"

and what was with that tone? My smile remained in place automatically even though every instinct in me screamed to leave. “And you are?” I asked politely. The woman walked closer before extending her hand toward me. “Camilla Blackwood.” I swear to God all I heard was static for a few seconds. She had just introduced herself as a Blackwood. My brain stalled for half a second before it resumed again and the smile on my face almost cracked. “Taking his name even before you wre married.” I said befpre I could stop nyself, taking her hand.

At some point, Nina leaned back against her couch, settling into the cushions as the evening light dimmed around her. "Alright," she said softly, her tone shifting into something more intimate, more intentional. "Do you want a song?" Ethan nodded immediately, his response so quick it made her heart squeeze. No hesitation. No doubt. Just pure, uncomplicated want. Nina laughed under her breath, the sound warm and self-deprecating. "Okay, but don't judge me, alright?" She pointed at herself, her finger nearly touching the camera. "I have a terrible voice." She cleared her throat dramatically, playing up the moment. "I sound like a fish with a sore throat."

said a friendly female voice. I turned to see a girl of my height staring at me. She was wearing all black. Black shirt, black jacket, black jeans and black shoes. Even her hair was black. She had dark eye make-up as well. A Goth girl. Now why would a goth girl be talking to me. The ones at my school had been very weird and eccentric. One even killed her parents with the help of her goth boyfriend. The clique had been like a cult. “I’m Nina,” she said. “You must be Emilia Colman.”