Tangled Voice Novels & Stories

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

Behind her, the elevator lights flickered one more time — once, then twice — before going still. ______________ “Lily, can you hear me?” Alex’s voice was low but urgent. The kind of tone that didn’t allow for hesitation — the one that always made people listen. She nodded, though it was barely more than a twitch. Her throat hurt when she tried to answer — phantom pressure still lingering, like the ghost of a hand that had almost crushed the air out of her. “I—” she began, but her voice cracked. She swallowed hard. “I don’t… I don’t know what happened. It just—”

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.

“Then you leave. And I never speak of this again.” He waited. And I made the third mistake. I took the box and walked toward the bedroom, already feeling my morals unravel thread by thread like the lace in my hands.

Charlie's voice creaked through the dark room of the penthouse excitedly "Be careful." I couldn't say it all before she slipped into my arms.

That wasn't an animal sound. There's no way Nina is still around. The lamp suddenly turned on. Missing a step, I staggered backward that I almost fell on my butt. The glass slipped, shattering on the floor. "Oh, my gosh. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to startle you," her annoying voice boomed. I gritted my teeth. My knuckles cracked because of how tight I clenched my hands. I was trying to control myself. "What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" I seethed.

The syllables of my name resonated with urgency, carried by the wind of concern. Artemy's voice, a lifeline amidst the chaos. The attempt to respond was a monumental effort, hindered by a tongue that felt as heavy as stone. My lips moved, but instead of words, a wounded cry escaped, a vocalization of the turmoil that gripped me. As the pain tightened its grip, my throat constricted, a vice-like grip that robbed me of precious breath. My frantic fingers clawed at my neck, a desperate battle for air amidst the suffocating flood of emotions.

my voice was a broken whisper, a desperate plea for the monster I knew. "I can hear your thoughts before you speak them, Ivy," he said. The voice was the most haunting part—a crystalline, melodic blend of his baritone and my own soprano. It was a singular, perfect frequency. "The 'Sync' didn't just merge our data. It merged our marrow. There is no 'Dante' left to answer you. And there is no 'Ivy' left to hide."

My mouth opened. It wasn't me who spoke. Not really. The sounds that poured out of me were jagged and strange, syllables twisted in a tongue I had never learned, couldn't possibly know, and yet they fell from my lips like water that had always been waiting to spill. The sound was layered, my voice doubled and tripled, an echo that made the chandeliers tremble and the stones quiver. Everything blurred.