Tangled Voice 소설 & 이야기

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!

His cold and hegemony voice came out slowly with energy and anger… “Tris—tan!” My voice quivered.

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?”

The syllables of my name resonated with urgency, carried by the wind of concern. Artemy's voice, a lifeline amidst the chaos. The attempt to respond was a monumental effort, hindered by a tongue that felt as heavy as stone. My lips moved, but instead of words, a wounded cry escaped, a vocalization of the turmoil that gripped me. As the pain tightened its grip, my throat constricted, a vice-like grip that robbed me of precious breath. My frantic fingers clawed at my neck, a desperate battle for air amidst the suffocating flood of emotions.

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.”

I needed to call Tasha back and find out what was going on. I dialled the number and patiently waited for Tasha to answer. "Hello?" Tasha's voice sounded rushed on the other end of the line. "Tasha, it's me. What's going on? Why did you call me so many times?" "Oh thank goodness you answered. I've been trying to reach you for hours. I need your help." Tasha's voice was laced with desperation. I sat up straight, my heart racing. "What's wrong? What do you need?"