Tangled Voice Novels & Stories

Craig smiled, "I love you, Craig, I was just scared that people will call me a whore for dating your cousin and you, I wanted you to tell me that you love me, those times, I live with your cousin, those times we spend together alone, I like it Especially when you care for me during my monthly flow, I like it when you cuddle me, when you touch my hair, to be specific when you tie it in one when you punish me when I did wrong." she inhaled heavily. "I forgot to tell you that your voice is sweet, I rate you ten on ten, it was lovely, I recorded it, and I always listen to it in my free time, is like hearing you talk, I wish you could talk to me in that sweet voice, not that coarse one." Craig fa

However, the sound from behind me has me looking over my shoulder. “Is anybody there?” I ask, my voice wary. I hear a scratchy voice mumble something. “Who are you?” Silence. And then, “You can’t break those chains.” The voice is raspy and scratchy, almost as if of disuse. “Tried that. Never worked.” “Who are you?” I repeat. After another brief silence, what I think is a man, lets out a humorless chuckle, “I don’t know anymore.”

I noticed the brunette roll her eyes, casually taking a sip from her cup. “Don’t you think we have some unfinished business to discuss?” The deep, gravelly voice cut through the ambient noise like a knife. My head snapped up. He was staring straight at me. Across the room, Athena’s face dropped into a deep, jealous frown, while Matilda’s eyes darted between us. “I—I don’t—” I stammered, instantly cursing myself for stuttering as the surrounding group stared at me like I’d just grown a second head.

I flinched and shrank away from him. "Don't touch me, please; let me be," I whispered in a shaky tone, which shocked me as soon as I spoke. The voice that drifted into my ears was miles different from my typical voice. This voice sounded smoother and clearer than my normal voice. Now I find many questions piling up, and the more they pile up, the more confused I am because there's no one I can speak to. There's no one to give me answers. I've always thought that I'm just an orphan who's out to get revenge on Henry, but now I'm getting confused.

Elena’s fingers tightened around the stone railing until her knuckles bleached white. The night air, once a welcome relief, now felt thick and suffocating. She didn’t need to turn around to know who stood behind her. That voice—low, velvet-wrapped steel—had haunted her for years. Cassian Hale.

It was like an alcoholic who didn't know when to stop and caused havoc when they exceeded their limit. "Stand still so I can kill you," Tania growled but her voice didn't sound like her own. It was distorted, sounding like a gruff echo instead of the usual silky tone it had. "I can't do that," I dropped down, just barely missing a flaming hot white ball of magic that soared over my head. Lifting my hand, I patted my mop of curls to make sure none of the tendrils had been singed, "this is not you," I cooed when I was satisfied I was unharmed. Standing to full height once more, I whispered, "I know the real you and she wouldn't hurt me. Even if she desperately wanted to, she couldn't."

Perhaps I should have realized when Rob first appeared and Dorothy's scent seemed to hang on him like an accusation that she had been tainted. "Haven't you caused enough of a scene already?" she snapped. "Need I remind you who it was that chased after whom like a pathetic, lovesick puppy?" Her voice dripped with overconfident scorn as she attempted to drag my thoughts back to the present. When she saw that I remained coldly silent, her eyes flickered with uncertainty, and she opened her mouth to say something more, only to be interrupted by Rob.

I beg while I dangle In the sky with my legs flagging from right to left. His grip this time around is more stinger and firmer than the first time. “How dare you!!?” He growls. His voice is so loud and ferocious. It sounds so loud and scary like the voices of more than one person. It’s as though just one person is articulating more than a voice. The whole place echoes from the loudness of his voice.

It was full of rage, hurt, and regret. Bigla akong napahawak sa aking tainga upang takpan ito. The voice is making me mad and irritate. Stop. Stop talking! The voice is so rough that I can’t even identify if the owner was a man or a woman. It was genderless. My head is spinning, from her cry and loud voice it’s making me crazy. I tried to cover my ears, but it isn’t working. As I tried to put my index finger in the earhole, my finger felt something wet.

I never thought I’d find him here, of all places. “Dude, are you alright?” he asked, and I felt as if I’d disassociated. That voice…it sounded wrong coming out of his throat. What happened to his low, melodious voice? Why did he sound like he’d been chewing on gravel and smoking a pack of cigarettes a day?! “Are you fucking crying? Did you hit your head or something? I could swear you didn’t fall that hard, I mean, look at you and look at me!” The same rambling habit, even if the voice was all wrong. The same incredulous expression on his older face. The way his brows furrowed, and how there was concern evident on them, even if he was trying to sound flippant.