Soft Voice 소설 & 이야기

Sophia muttered as she wrapped her arms around Rachel and held her while she cried. It took a while. As she released her tears of pain, Sophia rubbed her back in a comforting way trying to calm her down. "I can't believe he is really doing this to me…." Rachel whispered in a faint voice. "....I can't believe he is really letting me go" Sophia patted her back gently "It's alright. It's alright. You need to take care of yourself. At this rate, you're likely to get a serious fever if you continue like this. Eat well, at least."

" Amy smirked at him playfully. His voice on the call sounded so much more different than his usual cheeky voice. His voice on the phone was deeper and more confident, it also had this cold CEO touch to it, which kind of made sense I guess because it's not a CEO thing to be all cheeky and smiley.

Feeling Liam's curious gaze on me, I answered the call. Upon seeing it was Jethro calling, Liam flared with anger. Noticing his tightening expression, I purposely softened my voice. "Hey." "You sound different. Do you have a sore throat?" Jethro's alluring and deep voice came through, and his assumption made me chuckle. I had adopted a softer tone which most men would appreciate, and he wondered if I was sick? He was definitely not like other men. "Now that you mention it, my throat does feel a little weird. Why are you calling? Anything you need?" I added a slight cough, adjusting my voice back to normal.

You feel the shivers go up and down your spine for me Make you cry for me When I put my lips on you I hear your voice echoing all through the night for me Baby, cry for me When I put my lips on you (when I, when I, when I) When I put my lips on you (when I, when I, when I) When I put my lips on you (when I, when I, when I) When I put my lips on you (when I, when I, when I) When I put my lips on you You feel the shivers go up and down your spine for me Make you cry for me When I put my lips on you I hear your voice echoing all through the night for me Baby, cry for me Baby, when I put my lips on you (when I, when I, when I) When I put my lips on you (when I, when I, when I) When I put my lips

Her voice came out soft and teasing. “It’s so hard to choose. Which one do you like better?”

Softly with a weak voice. “Who are you?”

Luca said, his voice instantly changing into a completely calm, slightly bored tone. "Hi babes!" Sophia’s voice came loudly through the car speakers. She sounded totally different now—the angry, psycho girl from the motel hallway was completely gone, replaced by her usual sweet, fake, cheerful act. "Where exactly are you right now? I tried calling your phone a few minutes ago but it went straight to voicemail."

His lips pressed against my face and I blushed and resumed washing again. "Mmm hmm" I moaned amidst my talking, "I also wanted to do a little exercise to my voice... Will you rate my vocal?" "There's no reason to rate it, Sofia. I love to hear it every night, it's perfect" Mr. Pompous's body retreated from mine and I couldn't help but frown but still said, "So you love my voice?" The left side of my lips formed into a smirk. "I enjoy it" His voice was low this time, "If you ever need to exercise your voice, Senorita... I'm always available"

My voice like always if buttery smooth and sweet. "Two chocolate milkshakes, one vanilla with extra whipped cream" that's when I look up it's that familiar voice that causes my gaze to sweep across the table into the eyes of the three men who have haunted my sweetest dreams since I first saw them. It’s the same soft husky sounding voice I heard only hours ago in the hall, thought his voice was only like that because he’d whispered but now I know it’s just how it is. Like a soft rasp of a country singer, with out the country twang.

“Do you understand?” Sienna swallowed hard. Her voice was shaky when it came. “Yes.” His lips curved, but it wasn’t a smile. It was approval mixed with something sharper—possession. He reached forward and brushed his thumb against her lower lip, dragging slowly, forcing her to hold his gaze. “You wear what I put on you,” he continued. “You breathe because I allow it. And every inch of you belongs to me now.”