Raise Your Words Not Voice Novels & Stories

I said, my cheeks warming. He raised an eyebrow. “Fascinating. Truly. Tomorrow, perhaps you can move on to the riveting topic of.... buttons.” I gritted my teeth. “She was trying to help me with my elocution.” “And did it work?” he pressed. “Can you now command a room with your dazzling rhetoric? Or do you still sound like a startled field mouse?” “I don’t sound like a field mouse!” I snapped, then immediately regretted it. My voice had been louder than I intended. Sharper.

There was some color on his cheek now as he got used to the repeating voice donning his favourite words. Anya tried all sorts of other words and phrases until she got bored of it. She laughed at her own voice and laughed even more when the echo came back loud and clear like she was not expecting it almost every single time while Ronan watched his crazy woman with awe and wonder. "Your turn now. Say something." She pushed him. "You sure?" He asked as if he was not sure this was a good idea. He looked nervous all of a sudden with a sudden change in his demeanor as if this question had been something he had been dreading all along.

The words spilled out of my mouth with a confidence and assertiveness that I hadn't realized I possessed. It was as if the situation had tapped into a deep well of inner strength within me, and I was channeling it into my tone. My voice was steady, unwavering, and carried a hint of indignation, making it clear that I wouldn't tolerate any disrespect. The firmness in my voice seemed to take Gabriel by surprise, and for a moment, he looked taken aback, his smirk faltering ever so slightly. But then, his expression morphed back into its usual suave demeanor, and he raised an eyebrow, seemingly intrigued by my outburst. "You're right," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "I wouldn't want t

“Words hold more weight than most people realize.” I furrowed my brow. That phrase... I'd heard that before – multiple times, in fact. Rava always used to say the exact same thing when I started mouthing off about how she never spoke. She always emphasized that every useless word a witch says is a potential spell mistake waiting to happen. Words are powerful, Nyra. Use them wisely. Words hold more weight than most people realize. I looked back at Gaia, my pulse quickening. “Where did you hear that?”

a microphoned voice interrupt my thoughts. I take a look around the room. No single human . But a big microphone box dangling down on the ceiling like chandelier. "May our alliance be so strong like steel – unbreakable and enduring." His voice rang out. Is he having a plate of hot potato right now? Why does his words sounds so MASHED? What a nuisance!!

Someone finally spoke what everyone was thinking: “She doesn’t need a voice. Her actions spoke louder than your lies.” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

" Why does your voice feel so down. had a bad fight with mum ? " he asks. Bam.. he knows " Somehow " I say " It's fine to argue with your mum sometimes but you shouldn't raise your voice at her " he says softly " I know " I say Dad always finds a way to make me guilty. " Then it's settled " he says. " Uhmm. you are not going to reprimand me or scold me ? " I ask.

“Wh-What did you do to me?” He walked toward me, calm, deliberate. “It wasn’t intentional. It happens when I raise my voice.” “What happens when you raise your voice.” I asked still shock and slightly afraid. He stopped a few feet from me, gaze steady. “People tend to... follow whatever I command. When I raise my voice. Or even when I don’t. if I initiate it. It’s an Alpha thing.” My heart warmed. “I don’t-” “It’s complicated. I’ll explain when we see next time.”

"Is that sarcasm?" I bite back some kind of retort on his stupidity. Being brash and abusive is not a technique I can imagine him appreciating. Or at least, reacting to in the way I'm looking for. He isn't Mistress Thatcher, after all. This man is trained to use his words in his favour, which means me raising my voice will do nothing for me. My teeth grind together. "I just don't understand why I wasn't given the name of one of my competitors. Like everyone else..."

She urged me to stay true to my unique voice, to trust in the power of my words. The day arrived, and I found myself standing before a panel of esteemed judges, their discerning eyes fixed upon me. I took a deep breath and began reading my story aloud, channeling every ounce of emotion into each carefully crafted sentence. The room grew still as my words filled the air, weaving a tapestry of emotions that had touched so many hearts.