Scratchy Voice Crossword Novels & Stories

My body shook when I heard his voice from the other end of the call. I couldn’t speak. My words seemed to be stuck in my throat. I finally cleared my throat and was about to speak when I heard it. I could recognise that squeaky, annoying voice from anywhere. “Who is it?” I heard her, and the next minute, there was a tremendous amount of noise; then everything went quiet. The call suddenly dropped, and I received a message. “Still thirsty? not now bitch, I'm busy riding your ex-husband's dick.” Priya must've noticed how shaken up I was because she immediately grabbed my phone.

*scratch* *scrATCH* *SCRATCH* She glanced at her side and heard it coming from their mother's detached room. "M-Mom?" ***

Exquisiteness and elegance were the only words to describe it. "What do you want to drink? There is no milk. I don't think you can drink other beverages. Is honey water okay?" He stared at her, but his voice was hoarse and husky. "Yes, thank you." Sherman sat on the sofa, and she thought Grace really had a great eye for a man. "What's wrong with your voice?" His voice was much worse than yesterday. It was husky and as hoarse as sandpaper. "I had a sore throat." Suddenly, he said, "Kingsley Wright."