Soft Voice Novels & Stories

I said softly. "Dig."

Isla's voice was a barely audible whisper, a combination of breathlessness and pleasure, "Y-Yes—Mmmnnn—" escaping her lips without a moment's hesitation. The word "yes" was a surrender, an invitation, and the soft "Mmmnnn" was a prelude to the symphony of sounds that were soon to follow. It was a raw, unfiltered expression of her desire, a silent acknowledgment of the power he held over her.

The semi-closed door opened once again, and Spencer strode in. His voice was not loud, but it had such a sense of authority it made an unignorable impact. The room suddenly fell deathly quiet.

His voice was low and it sounded extremely dangerous. “It seems going soft on you isn't going to work.”

His voice was softer than she had ever heard before. "Ava..."

My hands were shaking as I took the phone to my ear, it was silent for a while and then I began hearing a muffling sound in the background. “Hi,’ I uttered softly, hoping he would recognize me instantly. “Hi, Good afternoon.” The person on the phone answered. However, why was his voice so soft and cute? I took off the phone and looked at my phone once again, wondering if I called the wrong number. I put the phone back in my ear and gave a long sigh. “Good afternoon. Am I speaking with Carmine?’ There was silence for a while, and then from the background, I heard whispers. “Fuck, keep your voice down.”

My voice drops a few octaves lower, coming out thick, hoarse and husky. “Matteo. . . I-I-I. . .”

His voice was truly soothing, gentle and warm, as if it could chase away all troubles. Gradually, while I remained awake, Neil, who was soothing me, began to succumb to drowsiness. His voice grew softer and softer as his eyes slowly closed. In his sleepy murmurs, he said, "Ryan, I think I’ve grown a little bit fonder of you today." His voice was faint but full of sincerity.

Her voice is barely above a whisper. “…I think… it’s positive.”

Frustrated voice, also less hushed. “Or what?” Angry voice, even angrier and not hushed at all anymore. “Are you pushing me to pull rank on you?” Frustrated voice, now very calm. Not hushed but very soft spoken. Silence. “I fucking hate you!” Angry voice, not hushed at all. Footsteps angrily walking out of the room. Silence. “Is everything alright in here?” Soft spoken female voice. “Everything is fine.” Frustrated male voice. Clearly lying.