Tangled Voice Novels & Stories

He cut through the silence with his manly and attractive voice. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, I was caught checking out the man, who is here to fix my windows. My mouth felt tongue-tied, this man took my vocal cords away. “Uhm, am I at the right house, Tara Jenkins?” He questioned with his deep and sexy voice. I was stuck in a daze, I could hear him talking but I couldn’t form a sentence. I was just staring at him like a fool. What the hell is wrong with me? I cleared my throat and tried to gather my words, but he left me speechless.

Galterio’s voice asked angrily, “When she awake, she will feel for you. Want you. If not, True Mate bond too strong”. That voice. That dammed voice. I have to be wrong, it can’t be who I think it is. There is more than one person in the world that talks in an accent. Galterio for fucks sake has an accent. But this one. This voice. I have been listening to this voice nearly every day for weeks. I know who it belongs to. I just hope that I’m wrong.

Or was the torment twisting my senses into knots? Despite the confusion, the voice pulled at me with an undeniable, desperate urgency. I don't understand what's happening. Clutching at the echo of that desperate sound, the sheer need in it, I staggered to my feet, stumbling towards the wall. My hand shot out, more to catch my fall than by conscious design, my palm pressing flat against the cold, unyielding stone. The voice was nearer now, almost a breath in my ear, yet distinctly on the other side of the thick, unyielding wall. "Thalia..."

She was too preoccupied with her thoughts to notice that she hadn't asked the man for the right directions, and it was when she met a dead end wall that she sighed and stomped her feet on the rugged floor. Tessy stood confused for a moment, debating between her options when she heard a voice. "You should have asked for directions, you know." There was a mocking tone to the words, and she instantly recognized it. She took in a deep breath and turned to face Blaze who was standing a few steps behind her with a smug smile on his face. She couldn't help but sneer at him, as she tried to come up with an excuse for her error. It was seconds later that she remembered she was at her brother's best f

She surged forward, propelled by a mother's instinct to protect her child, but her movements felt sluggish and disjointed, as if she were trapped in a nightmare. Amidst the tumult, another voice joined hers, a familiar male voice that sent a jolt of recognition through Ayana's veins. It was Robby, his tone filled with the same dread and urgency that consumed her. Their voices intertwined in a symphony of anguish as they called out for Lyana, their concerns and fears mingling in the chaotic cacophony of the crowded street.

he begged, his voice filled with desperation. Her heart ached at the sight of his raw vulnerability. She wiped away her own tears and took a deep breath before responding. "Clayton," she said with a sigh, her voice filled with a mix of pain and uncertainty. "I don't know." The weight of the situation hung heavy in the air as they both grappled with their emotions.

I wasn’t sure if it was a dream or real, but I definitely recognized that voice. “Please, Iris, wake up!” I heard that voice again. This time it was hoarse, shaky, and seemed in pain. Then something heavy and solid pressed against my aching forehead. A liquid dropped into my eyes, down my face and warm breathing against my lips. Warm soft lips pressed against my own. I wanted to move and kissed back, but I felt like I was paralyzed. “Twig, please, open those damn blue eyes for me or I swear to God! Come on, please?” he said that over and over again. His voice was cracking. “Goddamnit! Please, don’t give up on me now.”

My voice cracked, but I made myself continue. "Tell me, Aiden, what part of that am I misunderstanding?" His jaw clenched, his hands balled into fists at his sides. For a moment, he looked like he might shatter something—anything—but he stayed rooted, his breathing uneven. "She didn't mean anything.” It was the sort of confession that came out like a kick to the gut. "And that's supposed to make it better?" My voice rose, shaking with anger. "That you were with someone meaningless? Do you even hear yourself?”

Others couldn’t even look me in the eye. Interesting. They all looked guilty, like kids who just broke a window and hoped the teacher didn’t notice. I gave nothing away, just nodded and kept walking. Passed the first floor, the elevator dinged open, and I stepped into the corridor. Then I heard a voice. it was Loud, Sharp, and Mean. “…She’s just a desperate little flirt, acting all innocent. I mean, come on. Can’t even walk without looking like she’s begging for male attention....”

The warehouse was large, with multiple sectors, and because I did not have the money to hire thugs, Elena and I were left to do all of the dirty work. I reached for my phone, which was ringing, and answered it. “Yeah, what's up man? Is my brother trying to outsmart me again?” I asked curiously over the phone. “No!” The voice answered. “Where are you guys? "I would like to meet you," the voice added. "Sorry, man, I do not think I can trust anyone," I stated unequivocally. “It is because of me that you aren't behind bars Rickard. At the very least, show that you are grateful," the voice said angrily.