Soft Voice Novels & Stories

He radiates an unexpected authority, a steady presence in the face of escalating chaos. He speaks in this soft manner. His voice is low, soothing. His words, a gentle counterpart to the boy’s silent agony. “It’s alright. I’m here,” he murmurs, his tone both reassuring and firm. He gently guides the boys trembling hands away from his throat, his touch awfully tender. “Breathe with me. Slowly. That’s it.”

My voice barely audible. A pause that felt eternal. Then a voice. Female. Soft. Almost gentle. Close enough that I felt the breath on my face. "Did you really think walls could keep me out?"

“Let yourself go, Soph… listen to my voice. Feel… and breathe.” A distressed moan is forced out of me. I clench my fingers in my lap, clutch my dress so tightly. Squeeze my toes till my slippers slip off my feet. Heat fills me up. Another sound slips out of my lips—a softer one. Unrecognizable. “That’s it…” He whispers, caressing. “You’re so soft, Soph… and warm.” My head swims, my body relaxing. I lean further into him. “Arch your back like you did for me the other day…”

Only that calm, certain, icy tone that pierces me like a blade of cold water. — Yes, I can hear you, I barely say. — Good. The voice remains low, without gender, without warmth. Every word falls like an order disguised as softness. — So? Everything going well? I swallow. My fingers tremble. — Yes. A breath on the other end. Not quite a sigh. More of an assessment. The tone is calm, but cutting. — You know what you have to do. I feel my fingers tighten around the phone. The plastic creaks slightly under pressure.

"It’s called silence. People used to pay a lot of credits for it back in the Old Era." "It feels like being hollowed out," Sofia whispered, pushing herself up. Her muscles groaned, a slow, dull ache that felt entirely too real. "I keep waiting for the pulse. That rhythmic thud that tells me the grid is active. Now, all I hear is my own heart. It’s slow. It’s... pathetic."

I started softly, careful not to disturb the fragile calm, “Sophia seems… energetic.” He blinked, one eye opening lazily. “Understatement of the century,” he muttered, his voice still thick with sleep. A low chuckle followed, though it sounded more like an effort than genuine amusement. His fingers drummed lightly against the armrest of the chair, a subtle rhythm that betrayed the tension still winding through him.

He was about to kiss my hand so I grabbed it immediately. "M-My name isn't Softy!" I said annoyingly. Softy is a brand of popular tissue. What did he think of me? A tissue paper? I smirked at him. "But it suits you. Your hand is soft. Your name is also soft. Maybe your lips are? Can I kiss you?"

I didn't know what would happen next but It feels like, little by little I'm getting drowsy. "Here's your snack." I smiled broadly when I saw in front of me my favorite V-cut. Wie! I quickly took it from Spade's hand and let go. "Psh, dead hungry." He whispered which I heard. I stared at him so he looked at me. "Mwo ?!" I asked and shouted. Translation [Mwo- What] He smiled awkwardly and shook his head "Amugeosdo." He answered before messing up my hair. Translation [Amugeosdo- Nothing]

His voice sounding deep and soft as velvet which send shiver down my spine. Damn I was stucked in the elevator with Noah fucking Williams,what could possibly go wrong.

"Oleya..." "Don't f-cking call me that!" I spat out angrily as I turned to him. He sighed before messing his hair. I raised my brow and took my arms away from his hold. "I...I was about to go," He spoke softly. I almost laughed out loud as I heard his soft voice. Soft?! God! He wasn't this soft to me!He doesn't talk to me like this. Why change now? Tch! I'm already used to him talking to me loudly.