Scratchy Voice Crossword Novels & Stories

my voice is sarcastic. Kyra makes an, "he-he," sound. To be honest, it sounded more like a devilish, "he-he," than a friendly, "he-he." I don't know if that even makes sense. "I see you have grown wings. Anyway, I don't have the energy to fight, bitch..." She trails off. She sounds tired, anyway. "You, the bitch." I say back, and we laugh. In the background, I can hear the sound of a water, sprinkling. "Are you working in the garden behind the house?"

" A creepy sing song voice sounds down the phone. My eyebrows furrow in confusion; I recognise the voice but I can't place it. "Yes?" I ask bluntly.

Hair dripping, jaw tight, eyes too dark. I whispered to the empty room, voice low and wrecked, “What the hell are you doing to me, Sabrina?”

His voice came through, low and dark. "Did you have fun tonight, Kira?” “I—it wasn’t like that,” I stammered, grabbing the phone tighter. Xavier’s voice dropped an octave, cold and sharp. “Answer me, Kira. Did. You. Have. Fun?”

Even though she only had a few encounters with the woman, she would never forget her annoying high pitch voice that was painful in her ears. The voice from the other line was a little low and husky like in those voice talents for sexy radio drama she usually hears. Although Sabrina was not sure if it was her real voice or was just using that tone when talking to Gabriel. Still, it was unfamiliar to her. “Hello, Gab? Are you still there?” said the other line. Sabrina bit the bottom of her lips. She was not sure whether to answer it or not. But she could not get herself to end the call for some reason.

I turned off my phone and went to sleep. When I woke up the next day and turned my phone back on, it vibrated for ten minutes straight. All missed calls and texts from Mom. "Elena Marshall, where's the money? What's the meaning of that stack of scratch cards in the mailbox?" "I get it now. You're getting revenge on me, aren't you? Don't you dare come back. When you do come back, I'll beat you to death, you ungrateful daughter!" "Sweetie, how about this. Just give me the money you spent on the scratch cards instead…"

My phone starts vibrating on the table at the side of me , Snatching it up without looking at it . “Hello” (in Russian) “Lyra” The deep gruff voice of Maddox . Fuck i think as i pinch the bridge of my nose and close my eyes . “What can I do for you Alpha?” .

I want to know him. "Are you busy later?" I asked. "If you're not, I'd like t- "Hey guys" we heard a high pitched voice say. It sounded like nails dragging on a chalk board to me. Loud, squeaky and annoying. Goddamn it. Just when I've mustered enough courage! Aargh!! Stupid Sara! "Hey sweetie. What's up?" Ryu greeted. I just forced a smile. Sweetie? Sweetie???

She thanked God that it was closed to her because she was not in the mood to walk. She stretched her hand and took the phone before checking who the caller was, when she saw that it was Sarah, she answered the phone. "Hey babe". Sarah said in a cheerful voice. "Yes... WhatsUp". Kiara said in a hoarse voice. "Are you ok? Why is your voice sounding like that". Sarah said worriedly. Kiara blushed in embarrassment, she could not tell her friend that her voice was due to the result of moaning right? So she just coughed and said lightly, "I think it's a sore throat".

my voice sounds like someone is scraping at my throat with a sandpaper. I hate the sound, it is a reminder of my one day in hell. The same Hell Kylie experienced twenty one times over for three weeks.