Tangled Voice Mga Nobela at Kwento

If what I did worked, I’ll have to untangle over 1500 voices in my head before I’ll be able to get out of this mess. The first couple of times I try, it’s too overwhelming and I shut it down again. Then, one day, I see one strand light up. I can see the thread of the voice as it weaves in and around others. I pull on it and untangle it from all the others. Eli. It’s his voice that is now separated. I keep it close so I can listen when he talks to me. Cara, Angel, Sirona and Benny are next. I’m not sure if I have a stronger connection to them, or if they are actually somewhere close to me talking so I can hear them, or in this case, see their voices more clearly.

But then, something changes. Distantly, a voice breaks through the fog. Familiar, rough with worry, the sound stirs something deep inside me. Ghost. His voice reaches me in fragmented echoes, muffled and distorted like he’s speaking through water. The words don’t make sense at first, but there’s urgency, desperation woven into each one. My mind struggles to piece it together, to remember why he sounds like that. Then, a sharp sting jolts through my cheek. Another. It’s not enough to bring me back, but I feel it, cutting through the haze like a flicker of light in the darkness.

I asked, looking away from him. “I saved you. You got slashed in the back by the rogue.” He said simply. His voice sounded so smooth and captivating, like a melody floating in the air. The voice is deep and velvety, with a hint of huskiness that adds an extra layer of allure. The few words he spoke sent a tingle down my spine, and I couldn't help but be drawn in by the sheer maturity of his voice. It was like magic, casting a spell on me, making my heart skip a beat. “Are you okay?”

Hearing his voice made my stomach twist into knots. He called again and I flinched but didn’t stop. If anything, I moved faster. “I don’t have time for this, Tesson,” I muttered, my voice shaky, barely above a breath-Pathetic, really. I meant for it to sound dismissive, but the slight tremor betrayed me.

He was exploring his anger in another way. “You’re asking the wrong questions Mr. King,” the voice said and there was a bit of muffling in the other end and then a bit of heavy breathing. “Mummy-” Ava drained voice cried out and my hands clasped around my mouth as tears formed in my eyes. “Ava, Honey, can you hear me?” I asked all at once controlling the clogging in my throat. “Your mummy just wants to say hello darling, you dont have to worry okay?” The voice said but it was clear that it had been altered. Whoever was with Ava didnt want us to hear there original voice.

Studying the voice, made me think that it was coming from a speaker or something like that, it sounded cracky and extremely loud, seconds after the person spoke, it echoed in the room for a while, a normal tone wouldn’t sound that way and the voice sounded like it was transited with a vocal app or something, it didn’t sound real at all. "Who are you? What do you want and why did you kidnap me." I yelled, "Get me out of this place." I struggled to move from the chair I was tied into "Jason! Anyone, please help me." My voice echoed around me. I didn’t care if my voice was heard or not, all I know is that someone is pissed off with my yelling and I’m pretty sure that, he or she will eventually

His gaze flickered, something unreadable passing through it. "You’ll do what needs to be done." Silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating, pressing against Hayden’s ribs, curling around his throat. Then, so quietly it was almost a breath, Ohas murmured, "Because, after all, nobody could love a villain." His lips parted just slightly, as if the words themselves hurt. His throat bobbed, the edges of his expression fraying, cracking at the seams. And then, barely audible, breaking like glass, "Much less a broken one."

“You should’ve fucking died that day.” Her voice is strange … as if it bears scars you can hear — ragged, rough, like it has been torn once and never fully mended.

As he unleashed his fury upon Niall and his friends, his voice cut through the chaos like a razor, each word dripping with a possessive rage that echoed through the tumult. "Touch her again, and I'll make you regret every damn moment of your existence." The guttural growl in his voice carried a weight of menace, a promise of consequences that lingered in the charged air. "Her name shouldn't even cross your pathetic lips. Say it again, and I'll ensure you never speak another word." The dominance in his tone was unyielding, a declaration that left no room for negotiation. "Look at her again, and I'll make sure you never see anything again."His words, laced with a dangerous edge, cut through th

I said gasping in awe. He chuckled a bit before ruffling my neatly set hair. I frowned at him and set my hair again properly in a high pony. I have a natural caramel balayage hair. It is a mix of caramel, honey and black hair. He pulled my hair-tie out and secured it around his wrist. I frowned at him but he just chuckled and tucked a lose strand of my hair behind my ear and placed a pin in my hair to keep it from falling back on to my face. I pouted and looked away but I smiled touching the pin in my hair. Someone cleared their throat and I looked up to see Rowan standing there with his hands crossed over his chest making his biceps bulge and his black Henley shirt is not doing any justice