Orochimaru Voice

What will you do if one day, you suddenly wake up with ears above your head and tails behind your back? What if you suddenly came back to how you were, 20 years ago, just with different eyes and hair color? Coming home from a late-night party, Tiffany George passed out as soon as she felt the softness and warmth of her comfy bed. She stinks of alcohol, explaining her carefree behavior, resulting into a deep sleep with her corporate attire on. On the next day, a phone call had woken her up. She massaged her aching temples and reached for her phone on the bedside table. She answered it without even bothering to look at the caller ID, her voice hoarse as she said hello. “Ms. George, what time do you think is it?” a cold voice floated over the phone, waking Tiffany out of her daze. She immediately hung-up the call and rose from the bed. But the moment she tried to reach the floor with her feet… she realized something amiss. She touched her face and felt her chest… A long silence ensued before her loud scream filled the entire room.

To save the three most important men in my life, I made a deal with the Moon Goddess. Trade my life for theirs. If I could make any one of them truly love me within five years, I'd get to live. But on the final day of the countdown, all three still had negative feelings toward me. According to the rules, I'd failed. My life was about to be erased. "Moon Goddess, could I send one last message? One final try?" Maybe out of pity, she granted me this last attempt. This message was my final shot. I hit the voice button in our group chat, fighting to keep my voice steady. "Could you guys love me just a little? I'm really going to die." After a moment of silence came their merciless laughter. "You'll do anything to compete with Lidia for attention, won't you?" "Cut the lies. This just makes us hate you more." "If you're so desperate to die, then just do it already." Mission failed. I gave them exactly what they wanted. But when I was about to die, they all freaked out.

We tumbled onto the couch, a tangle of limbs and breathless gasps. His touch was everywhere, exploring, teasing, and I matched him with equal fervor. The world outside ceased to exist; there was only the two of us, lost in this heady intoxication. His lips traced a path down my neck, his hands exploring the curves of my body as if mapping them for the first time.yy “Do you want this?” he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. “Yes,” I breathed, my voice trembling with anticipation. ____ With the death of her parents, the bankruptcy of the company, and the betrayal of her fiancé, Emma Parker goes to a bar to get drunk, but accidentally takes Logan Carter as her pimp and sleeps with him, and the next day Emma Parker is afraid to see Logan Carter' face and leaves in a hurry (Logan Carter wears a mask) . Four years later, Emma Parker returns with four children, but accidentally meets Logan Carter again. However, at this time Emma Parker did not know that Logan Carter was the pimp at that time, and after the accidental reunion, Logan Carter felt that the four children around Emma Parker were his own children, and he also recognized Emma Parker as the woman who slept with the four of him.

“Caleb,” I managed, my voice breaking. “What are you saying?” “I have to protect the pack,” he said, looking everywhere but at me. “Protect the pack? What does that even mean?” “There’s a prophecy… if I take you as my mate, it could doom us all. I have to keep the pack safe, even if that means…” His voice faltered, but his grip on me remained steady. “No.” I pulled my hands back, the anger and hurt surging all at once. How could he throw away everything we’d built and because of some prophecy? “You’re the Alpha. You’re supposed to trust in us, trust in me.” “I’m sorry, Emma,” he said to me, then out loud. “I reject you, Emma, as my mate and hereby annul this mating ceremony" ♡♡♡ Alpha Caleb Blackwood and Luna-in-training, Emma Rivers are destined to be mates. But on the night of their bonding ceremony, Caleb shocks the entire pack by rejecting Emma, leaving her heartbroken. Out of pain and humiliation, Emma leaves behind the only home she's ever had. Unknown to Caleb, Emma is already carrying his child when she leaves.

For five years, Marco Falcone was the perfect man. Or so I thought. The illusion shattered on the night of our engagement party, when his mistress crashed it, a five-year-old boy in tow. The boy ran straight to Marco, crying, "Daddy! Daddy, I finally found you!" It had to be some kind of sick joke. But then Marco turned to me, his voice stripped of all warmth. "This is my son, Leo. A… mistake Sofia and I made five years ago." "Leo is the Falcone heir. I have to legitimize them. That means I'll be engaged to Sofia first." "But Lydia, believe me, I still love you. We can have our engagement party in six months. You're going to be the Donna of the Falcone family. I expect you to be generous and understanding. This is non-negotiable." I laughed, a cold, sharp sound, and slid the engagement ring off my finger. My eyes scanned the room and locked on the man in the corner—Lorenzo Moretti, the most powerful Don in New York. He held another title, one only I knew: the man who’d been trying to make me his. "Don Moretti," I called out, my voice clear and steady. "I find myself in need of a new fiancé. Are you interested?"

“Please, stop," I gasped, my voice barely a whisper as Damien's lips trailed down my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I tilted my head to the side, giving him more access, unable to resist the pleasure he was giving me. "Are you sure you want us to stop?" Dorian's voice was teasing, his hands exploring my body in a way that made my heart race. "I have a mate," I managed to say, the words coming out in a breathless plea. "Don't worry, we'll make you forget all about him," Rhett murmured, his lips capturing my nipple, sending a jolt of desire through me. How did my fate take such a dramatic turn? Framed by my ruthless stepmother and rejected by my destined mate, I was cast out of my pack, forced to leave behind everything I knew. The decree was clear: never set foot in my former home again. Yet, life had other plans. Now, I find myself bound to not one, but three stunningly handsome and formidable alphas - my second chance mates. How did I go from outcast to the center of their attention?"

Our daughter, Luna Woods, developed a high fever. Her body was burning hot. I immediately dialed 911 for help. The dispatcher on the other end kept repeating his questions. He spoke slowly, as if deliberately stalling for time. By the time I finally heard the ambulance siren, Luna was already turning cold in my arms. In less than a year, my wife and I separated. We were consumed by endless grief and blamed for each other. Afterward, I merely existed for the sake of it. I was a hollow shell of a man. Then, one day, I received a wedding invitation from my ex-wife. The moment I played the audio invitation, a chill ran down my spine. The groom’s voice was identical to that of the slow, dawdling dispatcher from that year! I rushed out, utterly distraught, only to be hit by a roaring train. When I opened my eyes again, I heard Luna crying in the next room. Her forehead was burning hot. My wife hurriedly handed me the phone. “Quick, call 911! I’ll get a wet towel.” My hands trembled as I took the phone. When it was answered, I heard a familiar male voice through the receiver. “911, what’s your emergency?”

Estelle’s life was once a fairy tale, filled with love and promise. However, tragedy struck on the day of their wedding. Estelle’s father and Cristofer’s parents were involved in a car accident that took their lives instantly. The loss was devastating for Cristofer, causing him to sink into deep sorrow and anger towards Estelle. One tragedy comes after another, and she finds herself battling cancer, heartbreak, and deceit. In a world where all seems lost, Estelle must dig deep to find the strength to fight for what she loves most. **** Cristofer’s magnetic yet cold voice wrenched her mind back to reality, “Sign the divorce paper now!” Estelle laid down her legs, sat up, and asked, “Did you drink?” “It’s none of your business.” “Drinking is bad for your stomach.” “I need to drink so that I won’t feel disgusted when having sex with you.” “You couldn’t wait to divorce me?” Her voice sounded weak. She turned her back on him as the smoke nearly smothered her, and she started coughing again. “You know that, don’t you?” Cristofer deliberately breathed out a stream of smoke in her direction and felt inexplicably pleased to see her coughing and trembling.

"Spread your legs and use your hands, my little dove," his voice was rough, a dark whisper that curled into my skin. My body trembled, traitorous, yet I obeyed..because I never resisted him. I couldn’t. Even when his words bound me tighter than any rope, even when shame burned my cheeks, my fingers still moved at his command. I'm Amara Blake. At home, I’m nothing. The unwanted daughter. The mistake forced to live in her sister’s shadow. A living Donor. A spare part to my sister. Scorned by my mother, hated by my father, reminded daily that my only worth is keeping myself “pure” for Nina’s sake. But with him… purity doesn’t exist. Professor Black doesn’t see me as a burden. He sees me as temptation. A secret waiting to be ruined. Every time I walk into his office, I feel the weight of his gaze…hungry, dangerous, claiming. I shouldn’t want him. I shouldn’t crave the way his voice curls against my skin like a promise of sin. But I do. And when his hands finally touch me, I realize one truth…I’m no angel. I was made to burn. MY PROFESSOR SIN

My parents were branded as "traitors" within the Lucchese family. To show the family's mercy, I was taken in as their "sacrificial lamb" to atone for my parents' sins, and I lived with them for 12 years. Those 12 brutal years would have been unbearable if not for one thing: the Don, Antonio Lucchese, had twin heirs who became my only protection. Until that night, when they believed Martina Browne's lies about me and handed me the execution poison known as "The Vow of Silence." "Drink it, Chiara Colombo." Dante Lucchese's voice was cold, his eyes fixed on me. "Prove your loyalty to the Lucchese family." I drank the poison, and it burned through my throat like acid. Through my blurred vision, I watched as his twin brother, Enzo Lucchese, pulled the real traitor close to him. He said coldly, "Take Chiara to the infirmary. Don't let her die in the banquet hall." The day I was released from the hospital, I made a phone call to the Lucchese family's deadliest rival. My voice was hoarse as I spoke each word slowly. "I have evidence that could bury the entire Lucchese family. Marry me, and I'll help you destroy them."