The Day You Hear My Voice Novels & Stories

I got a call from an unknown number three days after the start of the term. However, I knew who the caller was once they started talking—Shawn. His voice sounded like static to my ears. "That's enough messing around, Evelyn. You got yourself registered and left me standing like an idiot! You're dead meat!" I was stunned. I didn't recall ever saying that I'd bring him to Blackridge. "Are you done? No? Then, I'm hanging up."

CHASE Today is Saturday, so imagine my surprise when I hear voices and noises. I heard swords and men shouting like they were in a movie or something. Someone was shouting, someone was placing a bet and the other was losing. I could understand their noises and that’s how I knew they were very loud. For a second I thought I was dreaming because the noise seemed like it came from my dreams and I couldn’t tell if I could hear it clearly or not. “What the fuck.” I muttered as I dragged my hand down my face.

Before I lost my senses entirely, I heard his voice from a far. "I can hear them, the whispers in your head...they're loud clear voices in mine. "

Outside, a howl pierces the air the sound is not angry, not wild, just haunting. My name fills the air, just for me to hear, soft and clear. A voice I know by heart. Zane.

Due to all of this, I never knew him until that day. It was during break time on that particular day, I was in class pretending to study, though I wasn't able to as the pain in my stomach was becoming too much to bear. I’d been having the pain for about a month now, but it never got this intense. As time went on, I felt my consciousness begin to slip from me and my vision became blurry. It was at that moment, I heard a voice, close yet so distant calling out to me. “ Are you okay? ” The voice was like the sweetest music to my ears and for several seconds, I was hypnotized by it. “ You okay? ” The question came again and this time, I was about to answer, but my words were caught up in my

Mom has terminal cancer, and her dying wish is to see me in a wedding dress. After I beg my boyfriend and my best friend 88 times, they finally agree to help me stage a wedding so I can make her wish come true. But on the wedding day, Mom holds on with the last of her strength, waiting until her eyes can barely focus. The groom never shows up. Neither does my bridesmaid. Then my best friend, Jolene Cohen, posts a photo. Isaac is in his tux, and Jolene is still in her bridesmaid dress. They're posing with a cake, both grinning at the camera. "My bestie was so nervous about her wedding that her groom came halfway across town with me just to pick up a cake. She's seriously lucky to have a

Before Lily's surgery, the nurse slid the consent form across to me. I called my husband, Ethan Reid, eleven times. When the twelfth call finally connected, the first voice I heard was his first love, Claire Bennett, on the verge of tears: "Ethan, the zipper on my wedding dress is stuck. Don't leave yet." I looked at my daughter, white with pain in the hospital bed, and said, "Lily's waiting for you." Ethan was silent for two seconds before saying, "Just sign it. I'll get there later." Later, Lily studied the lone guardian's signature on the form and asked, "Mom, can I leave Dad off the school forms from now on?" I said she could. From that day on, she stopped leaving room for Ethan anywhere

The tunnel looked endless as the gloom consumed the light, and the sound turned to pitiful echoes. The memory of Matthew and that fateful day surged forward and made my head throb with its aggression. I could almost feel the bile return, and my muscles twitch and contort again. ‘Be brave.’ The voice returned to me, singing like the seraphim in my ears. It was so clear I turned to look to see where it had come from. But there was no one, only the leaves dancing in the breeze from the wilting trees. Nothing but weeds ever grew here, no matter how hard people tried.

comes out of my mouth. My voice is a deeper baritone, yet it sounds like many voices. Unable to say much more, I kept repeating, "Phyllis." Soon, I hear voices. One whispers, "She exposed you." Then I hear, "She's the enemy." The more I hear, the angrier I become. After listening a little longer, I snatch her up by her neck and snap it. Her lifeless body thuds to the ground, and then I hear, "Cure her."

Just when I thought hope was not coming, a voice came from the entrance. "Apologies for the delay. Something held me—" When the man saw my face, horror crept into his voice. "Stop this right now! What are you doing?"