Tangled Voice Novels & Stories

a voice whispered in my mind, familiar yet mysterious. "Who are you?" I asked, trying to discern the person's identity from their voice alone. I struggled to comprehend the identity of the person solely based on their voice, but it proved to be a challenging task. "You and your ruthless mate ruined my life. I am going to ruin your lives too. I won't stop until both of you beg me to stop," the voice whispered, its words carrying a chilling promise. Shivers ran down my spine, and I found myself tightly gripping the bars of the window.

Not unless they were tangled together like one person. "Sloane." His voice was thick like syrup, melodious in a way that reflected his childhood on the outskirts of London. Every once in a while, there was the hint of something else, too - a touch of the South African accent he'd picked up from his father, or even bits of an American cadence that had developed during his time among the Set. His voice was beautiful. "Sloane, if you want to leave, then I need you to leave." There was something tight in his voice, like a stone on the verge of cracking. "I don't know how much longer I can hold myself back."

I noticed that the tendril linking it to Thane had moved, and I suddenly lunged towards him, kneeling beside him and shaking him by the shoulders. "Thane?" I whimpered softly, and he stirred, mumbling something incoherent as I turned him over. "Your fear is delicious even now," that grating voice said inside my mind again, "It will be absolutely ambrosial by the time I am done punishing you for your vile, arrogant insolence." As I looked around, I noticed others equally discomforted by the voice as it spoke, and realised we were all likely hearing the same.

Couldn’t even unlock it properly. The car’s voice assistant pinged. “Call anyone,” I whispered, voice shaking. It responded in some garbled nonsense, like it didn’t understand English anymore. “Call… asshole.” My voice broke on the word. It rang. Please pick up. Please. The line connected. Silence.

Breathless. Desperate. “What…” My voice cracked. I swallowed, tried again. “What are you driving at, Jaxx?”

he said, he was no longer laughing and his voice sounded so intense, more than it has ever done. "I am crazily attracted to you, do you know how hard it is not to want to kiss you and do more than just kiss you, God dammit Claire aren't you aware you drive me crazy. But I recognize what we have is different and I don't want you to be like any other girl I see and want to just sleep with her and leave." He whispered silently to my ears, I could feel his hot breath on my neck and there was something about his voice that sounded hoarse, he was trying hard to not reach forward to me. But I played it hard for him and I tilted my head forward and there was almost no space between us, it was either

I can do it when the occasion calls you to know, I said sourly to my diva. Tap. Tap. Tap. ‘Excuse me’, called someone with a voice that is the opposite of the polite word they are using. I looked at the sound of her voice and registered a beautiful face that is etched with the arrogance that only rich people can acquire. ‘For fuck’s sake, are you dumb, bitch?’, She said nastily.

I tried to walk further but there was no strength left in me. "Gosh", a faint whisper escaped my lips. I felt my head spinning. "Careful there," a voice said and caught me by my arm as I was about to fall. I felt a sharp pain in my head and everything blacked out.

Alpha Bambam “What’s a pretty damsel like you doing out here alone at this unholy hour?” I asked, my eyes scanning the little beauty before me. She looked so fragile, and I didn’t know if it was the dim light cast on me or the fact that I was already close to being drunk. “I figured I’m standing in your way. Maybe I should…” “Shh…” I stopped her before she could finish. “How about I lead you in myself? You look so worn out already.”

he murmured, his voice low and deliberate, “you might as well take her place entirely.” I suddenly couldn’t breathe. My heart thundered in my ears. That moment, all I could think was— What the hell did I just get myself into?