Soft Voice Novels & Stories

Linux’s voice sounded both ice-cold as well as firm. “The physique of yours is completely different from others and with my help, no issue could stop you.”

Stevens asked, smiling at me. "The usual," I replied in my monotonous voice, sounding like a machine. "And what do you mean by the usual?" She asked, smiling again. "I don't know," I replied. "Sofia, I talked to your mother and she told me about you," She said. "Which is why you're sitting here," "I am not mad," I muttered. There was no depth in my voice. It was just flat and lifeless. I have got used to this voice now. And it's kind of comforting.

Sofia called as she approached me angrily and I prepared myself for her verbal abuse. "Hello, Sophia," I greeted. She stood in front of me. "You are so full of pride just because the Clarkson's favour you, aren't you?" My eyes widened in surprise. "What?" "I saw how chummy you and the boss were. I never thought that you were a whore." Baffled, I argued, "I'd never whore myself. I am his assistant that's why he's kind to me." "Of course. If it wasn't for your hearing aids, he wouldn't even need you. You're completely useless without them." She laughed. "Does he even know about your condition?"

he rasped out slowly, softly, his deep voice carrying a strange, dangerous warmth that made my knees "You can't just walk around half-naked trying to tempt me to touch you." My breath hitched violently. I stood there, utterly frozen, my eyes wide as his words echoed in my head. Why is he suddenly talking so softly to me? The tone wasn't his usual cold, biting mockery. It was raw, heavy, and undeniably intimate. It felt like a warning, but even more than that, it felt like an invitation. My core throbbed, throbbed with a deep, aching need, leaving me completely paralyzed under his gaze.

he went on, his eyes watering, like the gentle, light subtleties of a summer haze seemed to veil his eyesight. I reached out, my hand brushing against his, as soft and silken as a summer breeze on a hot, stifling night. "Breathe easily, my love," I said, my voice soft and calming, like the gentle, lapping waves of a summer sea. "Breathe in," I ordered him, my voice low and sexy, like the soft, silken rustle of a summer wind through the leaves.

I pressed my lips together very hard. "Adjust your tone," I repeated. "Lower register. More soothing. Less ... apparently the way I normally speak." He frowned slightly at the screen. "The man in this video has a very calming voice. I've been practising." "You've been ....what Liam?." I tried not to hide my laugh "Do you want to hear it?" "Absolutely not..." He cleared his throat, straightened his spine, and in the most theatrically gentle voice I had ever heard from a fully grown adult man said, "Hello, little one. This is your father speaking. I hope you are comfortable in there."

Tania's POV "Are you okay?" His voice was gentle, warm, and full of empathy. It conveyed a sense of comfort and safety and that was the exact way I felt. "Don't worry, I'm right here," he assured me. I couldn't help but notice the soothing quality of his voice. It was low and steady, like a gentle stream flowing over rocks, calming my troubled heart with each word. His voice was a balm to my pain, bringing me a sense of peace that I haven't felt in a long time.

This damn strange sensations I get when I am in his presence is going to drive me insane. “ I will bend you over and spank you until you listen to me and be a good little one,” he whispered in my ear with a deep low husky voice. My bottom lip quivered out of fear because I don’t know if he actually meant it or was just trying to scare me into staying with him. I stayed quiet, not wanting to test that theory.

'Where is she going to stay? 'In my room, that way, you won't have to kill me,' Viona said calmly, the blonde speaks calmer than her. Viona's voice was beautifully soft, the kind of light soft that gives you butterflies in your stomach. Her voice obviously pulled crowds and could calm the angriest heart. She literally put the silk in silky voice. Imagine a bowl of silky velvet cinnamon and caramel mixture that gives a melodious rhythm with every single stir. That's what it sounded like to me.

he shouted. His voice was a deep bass-baritone. Roughly 110 hertz. If I weren't clinging to an inflatable donut for dear life right now, I could have added this voice to the relaxing ASMR videos I listen to before bed. "Give me your hand, I’ll pull you up!" To be honest, it was a voice that would make me cheat on the spa ladies in those Korean hair-washing videos... Give him your hand. Let him touch you. A giant red warning instantly flashed in my mind ACCESS DENIED.