Soft Voice Novels & Stories

whispered a very soft voice I stopped sobbing and gradually savored the warm handkerchief on my forehead, the pain in my body still didn't go away but I seemed to forget all that Especially because of the warm caress of a hand on my cheek "You'll be alright" whispered a very soft voice in my ear until I felt soft lips in my eyes As if removing the tears that were there, his kiss went down to my cheek where my tears were I leaned into his soft and warm hand as he caressed my cheek, I forgot all the pain in my body. I did not feel a single nervousness or fear in the presence of this person whom I did not know or know. I felt his s

he asked. His voice was soft. The specific softness that was not gentle — not the softness of someone being careful with her — but the softness of someone who already knew the answer and was asking anyway, was asking because the question was not about information but about what she would do with the space the question opened. Dangerously soft. She knew that voice. She had forty-some pages of what it did to a room. She looked at the plate. She could not eat it.

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."

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.

If her hands weren't busy, she would have thrower it up in the air. "Hmm, are you sure about that." He whispered huskily in her ear, his hands going under her shirt. Alexia froze!. "Geez, your skin is so soft, sis. I could touch it all day." Aaron groans in her ear, his d!ck rocking against her ass, his hands groping her boobs.

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"

“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.”

My breath catches and he continues, his voice sounding so soft and low I barely hear him, "... The feelings you invoke in me is far, very far from hatred" I hear a clicking sound, denoting the end of the call. Over a minute later, I'm still in the same position, with my phone pressed to my ear. This boy....

His voice came as he picked up the call in few seconds. "I'm always free for you, darling" I said with a soft voice filled with emotions as he slowly chuckled with a low and deep voice making my heart and the butterflies in my stomach do cartwheels. Well normally It's always him saying this after I text him if he's free to have a talk, so today I did it. And I also mimicked his soft and slow voice. "Like you should." He said with a stern voice mimicking what I say everytime as this time I chuckled followed by his chuckle.

It was a loop of their own voices from a podcast episode recorded three months ago. “If you aren't providing a lifestyle, you’re just a hobby,” Sophie’s recorded voice echoed, distorted and pitched down until it sounded like a demonic growl. “Move on, sis. High-value men don't let things like 'accidents' happen.” "Turn it off!" Sienna screamed, clawing at the monitor’s power cable.