Soft Voice Novels & Stories

His voice dropped to a calm, almost gentle tone. “Tell me,” he said softly, “you know my computer password, don’t you?”

His voice was soft and gentle. I nodded slowly. “Okay. I trust you.”

He exhales softly through his nose, and gives an answer. “I was seven years old.” I nod slowly, taking that in. “What kind of home did you grow up in?” I ask, even though I vaguely knew, from the research I’d done on him. “A big one.” He smirks, trying to give his trademark smartass answers. “That doesn’t answer the question.” “It answers enough.” “It doesn’t.” I insist. “Fine. It was quiet.” “Quiet how?” “No laughter.” The answer comes too easily this time.

“Nothing at all.” “But you just said—” “Did your voice always sound this pleasant?” I cut her off, my own voice dropping into a low, gravelly hum. I heard her breath hitch. It was a tiny sound, but through the phone, it felt like she was breathing directly against my skin. “I… I don’t know what you mean.” “It’s soft, like a melody,” I whispered, closing my eyes and picturing her sitting next to me with that wide, radiant smile she tried not to show. “I could listen to it all day.”

Her voice was barely above a whisper. “That’s what makes you human.”

my voice is a breathless whisper. “Good girl.”

His voice startled me, not because of what he said, but how he said it. It was male, clearly, but not deep or harsh. It was soft and lilting, almost teasing. There was something velvety about it, something that tugged at the air when he spoke. His tone carried a subtle sensuality that was entirely natural and effortless. It was beautiful. I couldn’t help smiling at him. “You have a lovely voice,” I said without thinking.

I say, pushing. Echo smiles, cold and sharp. “Yeah, well. I’ve got the voices, remember? They keep me company. I can make them sound like anyone I want. If I want a woman whispering sweet nothings in my ear, she’s there. If I want someone yelling at me, I’ve got that too. You just don’t see them.” I groan and rub my face, the weight of it all catching up again. But then his tone shifts to something harder and final.

There was no need for him to be so paranoid. "Then move out of the way." I had no patience for small talk. I stepped forward, ready to walk inside. Seeing this, Ethan took half a step forward, his voice softening, tinged with a barely concealed urgency. "Lisa." His tone was casual, like he was chatting with an old friend. "Congratulations on the huge success of SoftVoice's debut. I never got to say it to you in person." "No need for congratulations." My voice was flat, cold and indifferent, without a hint of emotion.

Hi everyone. Happy new month(⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ I'm just going to keep this short. If you love "His silent voice" then you're gonna love it even more as we now dive into Kyle's chapter of both his past and his master. Curious, aren't we? Yeah, so am I if that makes sense😂.