Soft Voice Mga Nobela at Kwento

She trailed, pausing for a minute like she was contemplating on what she wanted to say "Well..I-i..I just...I just wanted...to hear your voice" She whispered softly ,making my heart skip a beat one more time.. My voice turned hoarse in a second as I whispered back to her through the device "Really?" "Y-yes" "Well you hear it..." I grumbled lowly,tugging my own lip in between my teeth "So how does it make you feel?" She giggled softly "It makes me feel so..good " "You wanna know how your voice makes me feel?" "Please.."She whispered "It turns me on...so hard "

the nun added softly. We quickly followed it. Upon walking, I couldn’t help but compare my voice to the woman. Her voice was so soft. . . it’s like you’re constantly being asked to sleep. “The. . . the name is just right.” I imitated the woman. I tried to force the voice to be calm as well. “You’re like a goat.” I almost wanted to startle when I heard that comment from Cormac. Did he hear that yet? What kind of ear does it have?

he whispered to me as I laughed. ‘And then the next day you will start complaining that you have too much to do.” I said to him and he chuckled softly pulling me closer to him “Isabella, I can’t see you. I have too many things to do” I said imagining his deep voice and he laughed. “Does my voice really sound that deep? I always think I have a soft voice” he said while laughing as I shook my head. “It’s actually deeper than that. I think it’s only soft when you whisper am cumming Isabella” I teased him as he let out a pearl of laughter

Not a bored, automated one. This voice was… fuck. It was the auditory equivalent of expensive whiskey and sex appeal. It was low, velvety, and so fucking confident. “You’ve reached V. Tell me what you need tonight.” I froze. My mouth went dry. All the witty, sarcastic comebacks I’d prepared evaporated. All that came out was a shaky, “Uh. Hi.” A soft, knowing chuckle. It vibrated right through the phone and down my spine, settling low in my belly.

— Look at me, amore… His voice is a soft rasp against my ear. — I can't… it's too much… it's so intense, I murmur into the cotton, my voice muffled, broken.

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.

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.

In occasion, a lady is permitted to speak but only to those with the same title. As such, the soft tone of voice in which they are permitted to use is a decibel lower than what can be heard by others. This will be coined as the 'Consort's Voice.' ✾ They say women were born competitive.