Still Loving You The Voice Novels & Stories

He really loves her very much. My all, your low voice talks like a dream You are coming to me I’m so out of it when I hear your voice My heart starts to pound I close my eyes, I don’t know, I just wanna tell you everything Hey, I really like you Look at me, shyly saying this to you I want to show you my heart a little bit You are the best dear to me Even this song that I’m singing out of happiness I’ll always sing it for you You are the best dear to me

A thick voice laced with wicked slimy sweetness sounded from the other end She checked the screen of the phone to confirm if it was him, it indeed was him, her face turned cold and her voice sounded colder “What do you want?,” her icy tone could slice even a bone at this moment “What do I want!?, nothing my love, except that I want you back ha ha ha," "You know that's impossible," her voice was cold and hard "Impossible!! well, well, that's too sad, I have so many plans for you.. okay let them be, tell me.. how did you like my surprise?,” her eyes flickered and she raised her face up a bit, fixing her gaze into nowhere as she let out a long sad breath

You made me believe that real love does exist and that healing was possible. I love you til my dying breath. I love you from this world to the real world. I love you til the ends of the Earth. I will love you until the last star dies in the sky. Forever Yours, Merry SONG USED FOR THIS CHAPTER: Two by Sleeping At Last

She asked as he began walking. "Okay" Blake nodded. "I love you like a love song baby and I keep hitting repeat peat peat peat!!" She began singing "Love You Like I Love Song" by Selena Gomez and her voice sounded horrible. Blake almost fainted but he kept enduring. "Don't I sound great?" She asked when she was done. "Yes you did, I didn't feel like dying when you were singing" he replied with sarcasm in his voice. "You know I love Selena Gomez, she's flawlessly pretty" she said and Blake just nodded, not knowing what else to say to her.

I pushed open the door and Adrian was taking a shower, his blurry body visible on the steamy glass. He started humming a song and soon started singing out. It was Lana Del Ray’s young and beautiful, I guess he loves her a lot. “Will you still love me, when I’m no longer young and beautiful, will you still love me when I have got nothing but my aching soul. I know you will, I know you will, I know that you will.” I stood there, watching him and listening to his voice, if asked one of the reason I love him, then his voice ranked one.

— I love you, I say in a voice that is nothing more than a whisper, a voice that comes from somewhere inside me I had never explored, a man's voice, a voice that is afraid, a voice that hurts, a voice that hopes, a voice that believes, a voice that loves, a voice that says "I love you, Élianor, I love you, I have loved you since the first day, since the first night, since the first look, since the first word, since the first kiss, since the first breath, since the first time, since forever, since I was born, since I opened my eyes, since I knew that I would meet you, one day, somewhere, in that bar, in London, in that night, in that room, in that bed, in your arms, in your life, in your hear

She’s already been punished—imprisoned by the pack for life! "Look at the moonstone. I fixed it. I brought it back to you. Can we… start over?" There was desperation in his voice. This man was so different from the cold, untouchable Alpha he used to be. If this had been my past life, I would have run back to him without hesitation. Now I simply looked at him. I gazed at the man I had once loved with everything I had and who had once destroyed me just as completely. There was nothing in my eyes.

Just as he was about to continue, his phone rang abruptly in his pocket, cutting him off. Frustrated, Ambrose declined the call. But it rang again. This time, he answered. In an instant, Nellie's voice burst through the receiver. "Ambrose Sinclair! Where the hell are you?" she screamed. "If you don't come right now, I swear I'll jump. I'll end my life!" The gentleness in his face vanished. It was replaced by something cold. "Whether you live or die has nothing to do with me! Nellie White, quit playing these childish games!" he snapped. His tone was dripping with disgust and impatience.

“Chloe, the doctor said Hendrick isn’t going to make it. He’s been calling your name. Please, go in and talk to him.” When I walked into the room, it was like Hendrick sensed my presence. He opened his eyes and looked at me. I stood over him, our roles reversed, everything completely different from before. Hendrick tried to speak, his voice barely a whisper. I had to lean in close to hear him. “Chloe, did you ever love me?” I looked at him and replied, slowly and clearly, “You don’t deserve his heart.” After the bidding meeting, I received a flood of offers from different companies, but I turned them all down.

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.