Tangled Voice Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.”