The Day You Hear My Voice Novels & Stories

Darkness had crept into me the very day I lost the love of my lifeX I was still sulking when all of a sudden I started hearing a voice. I listened carefully and discovers the person was on a phone conversation. Yeah Audrey,, i had everything well planned out well and they are now accusing her of the stealing for sure they are teaching her some lessons now.. The voice said and a silent step in . “But the camera is turned on just switched it the scene is at the lot right now.." the same voice said and I didn't hear any voice again. Audrey I watching with amusement on the projector monitor laughing as the saw the She-goat being dealt with.

But then I heard it. A voice. Her voice. Clear as day. Smooth. Familiar. Effortless. Laughter. Just a little. Like wind chimes I hadn’t heard in years. I froze. My glass slipped slightly from my hand, and I straightened like someone had hit a nerve. "Wait." Dan looked up. "What?" I blinked and turned toward the direction the sound had come from. "I just heard her voice," I said. Louder than I meant to. "I swear to God I just heard Helen."

You're not fit to be a mom! He hung up before I could say anything. I called the repair shop and asked them to pull the dashcam footage from my car. … I arrived at the courthouse first thing the next morning, right on time. Just as I was about to cross the intersection, I ran into Vera. Her eyes immediately went to my belly, and she put on a dramatic expression. "Oh no, you lost the baby? What a shame. Then again, with a mom who can't hold onto a man, that kid never stood a chance. Even if it had been born, it would've just been a fatherless orphan—"

As I lost consciousness, I saw Levi running toward me. When I woke up again, the smell of disinfectants filled the air, and Levi sat beside me. As soon as he noticed I was awake, he grabbed my hand tightly. He asked, "Caitlyn, are you feeling better?" I yanked my hand away and remained silent, knowing that words would not matter. Levi grew anxious when he saw my empty stare. "Caitlyn, please say something. Don't shut me out like this, okay?"

The truth was, I had not ended seven years over a four-second voice message. That would have been easier to explain. A voice message sounded small. A drunk mistake. A stupid dare after too much wine at a firm retreat. Something a man like Elliot could apologize for with a serious face and a carefully chosen sentence. I had almost let him. On the morning of the wedding, while everyone downstairs was waiting for music to start, I had stood in the bridal suite with his phone in my hand and looked for a reason to stay.

On one sunny day, Liam went down on one knee, presenting me with a diamond ring he had designed himself, and asked, "Eleanor, will you marry me?" I smiled, held out my hand, and answered without hesitation, "Yes."

"We can talk about the wedding again when you're ready to apologize to her. From that day on, he texted me daily. "Have you realized what you have done wrong yet?" I simply turned off my phone and never replied. … On the wedding day, I sat alone in the waiting room. Through the closed door, I vaguely heard one of Gilbert's friends calling him. "Dude, why aren't you here yet?" "What? Did Jennifer talk you guys into this?" Gilbert replied. "Has she admitted that she's in the wrong yet?" I sneered. He was still so full of himself.

I curled my lips into a smile as I said mysteriously, "Do you want to hear how she met my husband?" The women instantly crowded around me. "Let me see. What would you do if your arm got burned?" "Just pull up my sleeves so that I can smear some medicinal cream on it. What else is there to do?" "Wrong! You should make sure to leave one shoulder bare while you go sobbing to your neighbor, a married man. Then, you have to make sure your voice is all soft and piteous when you cry out, 'Connor, I'm hurt. My arm is aching. Help me massage it, please!'"

"Mom, Dad… If there's a next life, and if I'm ever your son again… Don't lose me this time." My form began dissolving as my vision blurred. As the world slipped away, I heard Mom and Dad's soft, warm voices calling me home. "Bas, dinner's ready!" Taking my hand, Maeve grinned and playfully booped my nose. "You did so well, Bas."

Not unless— Her mind jumped to the resignation email she had ignored that morning. Her grip tightened around the phone. She hesitated for all of one second before calling Mr. Harris. He picked up on the fourth ring. There was noise in the background—television, a child talking, the soft clutter of family life. Through it all, Vivian heard a little voice say, bright and impatient, “Dad, the cartoon’s starting!” There was a muffled response, then footsteps, a door closing, and finally Mr. Harris came back on the line.