Speak Even When Your Voice Shakes Novels & Stories

Speak to your senses that thou might establish an eternal connection with thyself. Speak to yourself that when no one is there, thy own words shall console thee. " Speak to your problems... Say "This phase shall pass and I shall be firm throughout this test. " Speak to your achievements... Say "I did it. May it not get into my head and If I will brag and drag about it, may I not have it." Speak to your fears. Say" I am enough. I can do the unimaginable because I believe I can. " Speak to your dead conscience. Say "Let us live by new dictates and let morality guide our path."

"You don't have to do this." "Yes I do." "I can ask for a recess. I can—" "Ethan. I'm fine." "You're not fine. You're shaking." "I'm fine. I'm just nervous." "You're never nervous." "Then I'm terrified. But I'm doing it anyway." I walk to the stand. My legs are shaking. My hands are shaking. Everything is shaking. I sit. Place my hand on the Bible. "Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?"

The echo of his voice through the wall, sharp and dismissive. ‘Because none of them were worth talking about.’ My hands started shaking again. I pressed them flat against my thighs, holding them still through force of will, but the trembling crept up into my shoulders, my jaw, the backs of my knees. I squeezed my eyes shut and stood there in the dark, attempting to steady my breathing. It wouldn't.

The voice of Jasmin echoed in my mind, her words resonating with clarity and purpose. "Eliza, trust in yourself. The power to shift lies within you, waiting to be awakened," Jasmin's voice whispered, her tone filled with encouragement and support. I closed my eyes, allowing her words to sink deep into my consciousness, letting go of the doubts and fears that had clouded my mind.

I try to keep the shake from my voice. “Sure.” He moves aside to let me past. I feel my breathing hitch as I try to control the inevitable crack in my voice. “W-Wade… I want you as… as my mate.” My stomach lurches as the words come out of my mouth. Oh goddess, don’t make me do this… please. He gapes at me… seemingly shocked. “Are… are you sure you didn’t bang your head too hard?” I swallow hoping he takes it as nerves. “No, I have decided.” He strokes my cheek gently.

I don’t owe it to anyone. Not to Knoxx. Not to his family. Not to the past that once held me in chains. This is mine. I walk onto the stage, my heels click on the shiny floor, but the thunderous applause drowns out the sound. My heart beats so hard it overpowers everything—the cameras, the cheers, the flashing lights. I approach the microphone, take a deep breath to calm myself, and notice my hands shake a bit as I bring it to my mouth. "I..." My voice quivers, and I let out a shaky breath. "I don't even know what to say."

Focus, woman! I force my gaze away from that ghostly figure, trying desperately to focus on my speech. Somehow, I’m getting better at public speaking—maybe being the CEO of a well-established company has honed those skills. Not that it didn’t take some massive effort on my part. I can’t even recall how many times I’ve messed up and how many countless hours I spent practicing. I even crack a joke, a breakthrough that makes me feel invincible in this triumphant moment of conquering my fear.

This is so fucking dumb, why am I practicing this three words? I'm a businessman, a billionaire. I've done a lot of speeches especially in front of a lot of people. I've make a lot of million euros deal but why am I acting nervous when it comes to saying those three words? Lana has been saying it and I always found myself not being able to say it. I really need to make a recording of me saying it and listen to it every now and then so I will able to say it without hating it. This is so hard.

I breathed in and out, steadying myself. “Go ahead then.” My voice shook because I wasn’t sure what I was about to hear. There was nothing to justify this. “Explain.”

I held up my hand to stop him but it trembled so much it looked like I was waving. “I can’t talk to you right now.” My voice cracked. I hated that crack. It sounded like someone else’s weakness. “I need… I don’t know what I need but it’s not you.” His jaw tightened. “You’re shaking.” “Do not point that out.” My voice rose. I hated that too. “Do not stand there like you understand anything that is happening inside me.” He moved closer anyway. Not enough to touch. Enough to trap the air between us and make it impossible to breathe normally.