Tangled Voice Novels & Stories

012 Lavender. “You're not who you say you are, are you?" His once nice voice became intoxicated with just the right amount of venom to make me quiver. I cleared my throat, adjusting my posture as I maintained my act. “Sorry?". "You're not who you say you are, are you?” He spoke again. I laughed, looking him in the eye as he looked at me back. “I am who I say I am. I am Lavender Washmin." I responded, nodding confidently.

Suddenly, I felt a hand choking my neck. I screamed loudly for Max to hear, but I got no response from him. "This room is soundproof," the person whispered into my ear. The voice sounded familiar, and I hoped it wasn't Julian. He released the pressure on my neck, and I hit him between his legs. The box was still in my hands, i didn't bother to check the person. He groaned and i quickly walked towards the door to open. The box fell from my hands when I felt the cold metal on my head.

she said, her voice a little too quick to be convincing. Marcus wasn’t buying it. He reached for a damaged book that had been set aside for repair, one with water-damaged pages that had warped and rippled. “Sure, sure. Just a quiet evening, huh?” he said, clearly amused. “Come on, give me a hand with this while you count down the minutes.”

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?

My skin tingled. But my heart felt heavy. I was afraid he was just like all the others who tried to take advantage of me while I was down. So my voice came out cold and harsh. "What reward do you want?" Jamie gently turned my face toward him. His eyes shimmered with hurt feelings. "Just a kiss. Can't I even have that?" There was no sleaziness in his voice, and I felt a wave of relief. My cheeks were burning. "Jamie, this isn't right. We're not meant to be."

My lips curled, voice now dripping with venom. “I want it sabotaged.”