Scratchy Voice Crossword Novels & Stories

I squeak, my voice trembling in my throat. “I am yours.”

“Hi, Mr Ivan,” Skylar's voice was a little hesitant as she spoke from the other side of the phone which had rung several times before she picked up before even hearing him speak. Her voice was calm and collected, which was a contrast to how Ivan was feeling at that moment.

Now? He swipes to answer, bringing the phone to his ear. He forces his voice to remain flat, bored, masking the sudden spike of adrenaline that floods his veins. "Yeah?" "Ryder," Adrian’s voice comes through the speaker, deep and slightly raspy, like gravel sliding over silk. It’s a sound that vibrates in Ryder’s ear and settles low in his gut. "Did I... did I wake you?" There’s a hesitation, a stutter that makes the professor sound uncharacteristically unsure. Ryder can picture him sitting in a leather chair, maybe loosening his tie, looking nervous.

I beg while I dangle In the sky with my legs flagging from right to left. His grip this time around is more stinger and firmer than the first time. “How dare you!!?” He growls. His voice is so loud and ferocious. It sounds so loud and scary like the voices of more than one person. It’s as though just one person is articulating more than a voice. The whole place echoes from the loudness of his voice.

Scar gasps air in shock, but before she could rebutal, a taunting voice cuts into their conversation with obvious laughter in it-- “Too friendly, yes. It almost sounds like you have met the person. He was a clingy little lamb, always has been.”

He says but paused when he heard some sniffing over the phone “Judy?” He asked in a calm voice but heard nothing “Reed!” He heard Chrissy’s hoarse voice on the phone and he checked the caller ID to see it was Chrissy calling "What is wrong Chrissy?” He asked but heard nothing, He could hear a faint sniffling "Chrissy? What’s the problem?” He asked again calmly and waited for her response "Mom, Reed! Mom S-She!” She couldn’t complete her sentence again as she started crying over the phone

“Declined? That’s impossible! How dare you tell me it's declined? Do you even know who I am?” I froze, the hanger slipping lazily from my fingers. That voice—it left curious lines on my forehead. I couldn’t place it immediately, but the sense of familiarity gnawed at me. I exchanged a glance with Scarlett, whose brows were also furrowing as she watched me. “Who is that?” she asked, her curiosity mirroring my own. “That voice.” I whispered, waving a finger. “I think I know that voice.” The voice grew even louder, now filled with indignation.

The voice sounded a little bit familiar, and unfamiliar at the same time, but she could not really place where she had heard it from, because the voice was quite hoarse, sounding like the person had some sort of untreated sore throat. “I'm sorry, who are you? And what are you doing here?” Veronica asked again. “I don't see how that is any of your business. Mind the damn business that pays you.” The voice shouted at her, and she shuddered in fear. “I'm sorry, I'm just scared because I can't see you anywhere. Can you please tell me where you are?” Veronica replied with a shaky voice, trying to use the opportunity to trace the voice.

Sabrina frowned. “You are?” The voice on the phone was indeed too shrill. It was both shrilling and hoarse. Sabrina could not even tell if that was a male or female voice. “Hahaha.” That voice laughed extremely eerily like the devil. “You don’t remember me, do you? I am your dream, your nightmare! Maybe I will creep into your dream tonight and torture you to death!” Sabrina rolled her eyes. “Lily Parker! You’re crazy! Do you think I’m a three-year-old child?”

his rasp voice said loudly. “Huhh??”