Tangled Voice Novels & Stories

Her lips, dry and chapped, parted. Her voice was a weak, raspy whisper, scratchy from the tube that had been down her throat, laced with bewilderment. “Who… who are you?”

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." The voice was like a splash of ice water. Familiar, bitter and elegant. I turned my head toward the sound, the movement sending a fresh lightning bolt of pain through my pinned limbs. My voice, when I finally found it, sounded like the rattling of dry leaves in a graveyard. "Eleanor..."

It was going to be the end of my life as I was just getting to know it at that point… A knock on the other side of the open door of my locker rudely interrupted the time I was having with myself. I was ready to fight whoever it was that dared to do that, as I was still in my intoxicated state. “Ellie…” The soft sound of Aiden's voice reduced to a whisper was almost like water being dumped on roaring flames that just wouldn't go out. It almost felt like I was consciously fueling the fire to quench the pacifying effects of his voice.

* A moment later, "Ready?" Scarlett asked, to which I nodded my head. I didn’t know how exactly this thing worked because this was the first time I was going through it. I knew there were a lot of people who trusted me, while others couldn’t deny what they saw. She placed her index finger on my head before chanting the spell that I couldn’t understand. My memories started replaying when Griffin knocked at the door, showing that he wanted to go inside. "I can’t take you inside. You can’t emotionally blackmail me,

Why don't they just work when they are useful in the world and not just a burden on society? "Isn't that dangerous?" Cayden asked again. I was surprised by Cayden's straight Tagalog. Even if it's forced! "That's not it. But wait, why does your voice sound different?" The man asked Cayden. I'm panicking because we might get sick. "I have.......... Sore throat." Cayden answered! Amp! What kind of excuse is that? Only a fool would believe that! Oh, the depth of the voice. Baritone baritone! Then there is a sore throat?! Hahahaha! My god!

As soon as I get inside, I write down the number on a piece of paper. Okay. Let’s do this. I call the number and wait patiently. It rang a couple of rings before someone picked it up. “Hello?” “Who is this?” The voice responds. “My name is Hazel and Im-” Before I could finish the sentence, the call ended abruptly. Wow. Was my voice that bad? I click my recent calls and call the same number again. “Hello?” “What?” The voice sounded agitated. “Taranis.” I say quickly thinking that he would end the call if I stalled too much.

Chapter 5 The sound of laughter drifted through the house, soft and unexpected. Elena paused in the kitchen, her hands still wet from washing dishes, and tilted her head to listen. It was Thomas, his voice bright and full of life. Alex’s deeper tone joined him, the two of them caught up in a moment that sounded almost... happy. Elena’s chest tightened, conflicted by the warmth spreading through her. She quickly shook it off, focusing back on the sudsy plates in the sink. She wasn’t here to bask in the sound of a happy family; she was here for Thomas. That was it.

With a mix of hesitance and curiosity, I answered. "Hello?" "Hi, it's Tony," came the calm voice from the other end, instantly recognizable despite the late hour. "I'm sorry for calling so late. I know it's inconsiderate to wake you." Tony's voice, always soothing and polite, contrasted sharply with the late-night intrusion. My mind raced, wondering how he had gotten my number. Thoughts of billionaires and their intricate networks flashed through my half-awake mind. Despite my confusion, I managed a soft reply, "It's fine, Tony. What's up?"

Looking right at me. "Hi everyone," she said. Her voice was sweet and high. Completely fake. "I'm so happy to be here." I felt sick. I wanted to throw up. My stomach twisted into a tight, painful knot. I gripped the hard edges of my desk so hard my knuckles turned pure white. My chest felt tight. I prayed I wouldn't need my inhaler right now.

His voice is so thick with emotions that it squeezes my heart so tightly. “Fuck, you look so good with that look in your eye.” he whispers, dragging his fingers roughly through my hair. “What look?” I don’t recognize my own voice, it’s laced with so much desperation, his mouth quirks at the corner. “Like you’re begging to touch me.” His words sends shivers up my spine. Because they are right, and his voice is so low, so gravelly, it does things unheard of to my belly. “Because I am.”