Tangled Voice Novels & Stories

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.

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

Liam assured and hugged her. It was 6 months already, and Elena was still at the restaurant. Although Elena was tired of working there, she wanted something different and she hoped for something better. Elena was denied entrance to Harvard where she dreamt of schooling. She was a minority and needed an adult to represent her. It was pretty hard. , she had no one to turn to. she worked and saved up till she turned and tried her best to make sure she did well. Elena was at work when two pretty ladies walked in. They were both dressed in exotic and expensive trending wear. One was a white girl with black short ponytail hair, dressed up in gold pants and a strapless top with black heels, the oth

The battery had been full just minutes ago. A faint hiss broke the silence — static, faint, like an untuned radio. It was coming from somewhere above, through the speaker of the elevator intercom. “Hello?” she whispered again, her voice trembling. “Is someone there?” No answer. Just that low, eerie hum. Then — a whisper. So soft, she almost thought it was in her head. “Lily…” She froze. The voice wasn’t Alex’s. It was low, distorted — masculine, but warped through static like it came from miles away.

Tanya’s voice rang out, sharp and filled with urgency, cutting through the chaos. To be continued...

A very deep and breathtaking voice called out to me on the other end and immediately I knew it was Felix Bailey the powerful man. “Uhhh…..” I muttered

On the other end, silence stretched before his voice came, low and heavy. “Where are you…? You sound… different.” Her stomach dropped, the charged air between her and Tristan snapping like glass.

The only sounds were our breath, our skin, the soft slap of desire echoing off soundproof walls. He pulled my hair back, mouth at my shoulder. “You should hate me.” “I do,” I moaned. “Liar.” He pounded into me with brutal control, each thrust pulling another moan from my lips. I tried to hold them in, but he made it impossible. “You’re louder than I expected,” he whispered. “Because you’re better than you promised.” I came hard, eyes clenched, legs shaking. He followed, low groan muffled against my skin, fingers digging into my hips as he lost himself.