Scratchy Voice Crossword Novels & Stories

a deep husky voice that gave me shivers answered. The lady looked at me sadly then sighed. "I'm sorry, I'm sure you have heard what he has just said," she said softly. "I understand, thank you," I whispered then turned and began walking away. I suddenly stopped moving and turned to look at the door, I couldn't understand but whatever I was feeling was drawing me back and making me want to push the door open. "Rhoyda, why the hell is your scent different," the man's voice asked in a loud growl that sounded like an animal.

Amidst the sounds of nature, I can faintly hear a soft, melodic whisper, like a gentle breeze rustling through leaves. "It's a soft voice," I begin. "Almost like a whisper. It sounds...familiar, but I can't quite place it." Ryder leans in closer, his expression serious. "Can you make out any words or recognize who it might be?" "It's me, dumbass," the voice speaks again. I gasp. "It called me a dumbass!" I whine. "Who did?" Ryder looks confused. "The voice! Who else? Who are you, and what do you want from me?" I demand, not knowing what to expect.

Did I want to meet Blake back then, that’s why I dreamt of that? I can’t think straight because Blake keeps talking over me. “You-you’re so noisy.” I stutter out. Why does my throat feel so scratchy? I struggle to swallow. I open my eyes. “You’re awake?” Blake asks. I look at him confused. He sounds genuinely surprised. “I’m so glad you’re awake.” He smiles at me lovingly. My heart skips a beat. What’s going on? I try to speak again but my throat feels too dry and scratchy. “Water"

“What’s up?” My heart hammered in my che-st, my voice thick as I tried to speak. “Gracie,” I croaked, hating how weak I sounded. Tears pricked my eyes, but I blinked them back. “Can we go out tonight?” I cleared my throat, hoping my voice would steady. “I just… I need to get out of here, please.”

My voice sounded scratchy. “I wasn’t really paying attention.”

It was like the sound that was produced from rough sand rubbing against each other. Everyone knew that her voice had gotten damaged a long time ago. However, this rough and gravelly voice now reached another level where it was difficult for anyone to ignore. It sounded like two pieces of rough sandpaper rubbing against each other. Subconsciously, everyone could not help but feel an awfully itchy sensation in their throats. Ray could not help stretching out his long and slender fingertips to squeeze his throat gently. "What's the matter with you?" Frowning, he asked, looking slightly dissatisfied.

She stuttered "Left?" I asked and she nodded "Is she not back yet?" She asked "No, she's not and you might know where she is since she's your friend.." "I'm sorry I don't" She replied looking at me "What happened to your voice?" "My voice?" She said touching her throat "Your voice changed, why?" "Maybe cause I have cough" "But you looked fine yesterday?" "I became tired after helping out with the chores" "Ohh okay" "Can I get your number?" Chris asked her catching me off guard

“A few more days, and it will be as if nothing ever happened.” Our gazes catch at his words, and he quickly looks away as if guilty. As if he knows the memory of what he did will always be with me. I have to get out of here. But since clear-cut escape no longer seems to be on the table, I’ll have to change my tactics. “Am I still your shikra?” I ask softly. My vocal cords are mostly healed, but my voice cracks on the word shikra. It’s been doing that pretty regularly as I exercise the vocal cords more.

Swallowing hard, she met his gaze, her voice coming out in a whisper. “Which question, Ryan?” A flicker of nervousness crossed his features as he scratched the back of his neck, his eyes avoiding hers for a moment before meeting them once again. He stumbled over his words, a hint of vulnerability seeping through his usual composure. “I… I’m not sure if it’s okay for me to repeat myself. I don’t want to make you more uncomfortable,” Ryan said, his tone uncertain. Scarlet took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation she knew they were about to slowly but surely get into. With a resolute nod, she mustered the courage to address the elephant in the room, wanting him to know he could

“This little whore that won't stop dripping!” My voice echoes in the night sky. “Agent Sadie.” The blend of rich voices sends chills down my spine. Holy F.U.C.K!!!