Romans & histoires The Day You Hear My Voice

In the fifth year of my deafness, James Duncan finally proved his love for me to my parents. The day I found out I was pregnant, my parents finally gave in and agreed to our marriage. The wedding was set for February 19th. Then, on Valentine's Day, a miracle happened—I regained my hearing due to an accident. Overjoyed, I rushed to find James, eager to share the good news with him. He was in the bedroom, on the phone. "Today is Valentine's Day. How about something exciting at your place—downstairs, in your car?"

When William hurried back to the apartment, the place was pitch black. He called my name twice. No response. In that instant, his heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vice. Alarm bells screamed in his head. He started frantically calling my phone. The first call went to voicemail. The second, the phone was off. By the last attempt, the number was no longer in service. He switched to our chat and sent a string of question marks. None of them delivered. His fingers trembled. He scrolled to the very top of our conversation and finally opened the voice message from three days ago, the one he had never bothered to listen to.

“Hello yourself.” “Hi Sandy, what are you doing?” “Not a rhetorical question, very good, you’re learning. I’m lying here in bed, much like the first time I called without a stitch of clothing on thinking about you and our date tonight.” In the background I heard a high pitched buzzing. “What’s the sound I’m hearing?” “It’s a vibrator.” My cock had already come to attention and I slipped my underpants down as I asked “What’s it vibrating?” “My pussy, right now it’s vibrating my pussy as I think about our date tonight, would you like to hear it?”

A voice. I thought about it for a split second then gave it a try, I barked. Oh my god, my wolf has a voice. I can bark. I started to jump around and began running in a circle. Barking and growling. I even snarled. I giggled to myself in my head I can’t believe I just snarled. I let out a loud howl. I never felt so happy before. I never felt so good. I had a voice. Even if I did sound like a dog, it was music to my ears. It was the most beautiful sound I ever heard.

The first thing she knew was sound. It wasn't a word. It wasn't music. It was a rhythm. Beep. Hiss. Click. Beep. Hiss. Click. It was annoying. Relentless. A mechanical metronome counting time she didn't want to keep. Then, a voice. It was deep. Rough. Like rocks grinding together underwater. "...just one more day," the voice whispered. "One more day and you'll be okay. I promise. Just hold on until Tuesday. Or Wednesday. I don't care. Just hold on."

a voice whispered I sat on the cold floor with my knees bent and my hands covering my ears, my eyes were closed as the music lyrics began to play Your days are over and you have to go. Everyone will forget you,let the pain rain on your face and the burn shall forever last,the sun is shining and the day is gonna get better,when everyone die and rest forever in my hand.........let me through the dark and the music will take you to your destination " Noooo " I yelled as I quickly stood up and ran to the library. I instantly locked the room and stood behind the door with my hands covering my ears. “ This isn’t real, “ I repeatedly said

"I got the SD card from the dashcam, and it's all there—clear footage of your scheming." I turned to the crowd and said, "Everyone, I'm playing this footage now. I want you all to see the true faces of these two monsters." I raised my voice so that everyone could hear me clearly. Then, I hit 'play' on my phone. June 3rd Yvonne: "You have a kid. My mother would never accept us being together. You should figure out how to get rid of Phoebe." Cody: "It's not easy to achieve what you want."

After that, everything lost its edges. There were white lights overhead, voices crossing over one another, the hard chill of a table beneath my back, and pain that came in violent waves while people pressed on my body and shouted for blood. The monitors would not stop screaming. Someone said my pressure was dropping. Someone else told them to prep the OR again. I remember Enzo's voice somewhere beyond the noise, raw and breaking in ways I had never heard before, but by then he no longer belonged to me. I let the sound pass through me without reaching for it.

The voice is so strong and menacing that I felt shiver down my spine "wake up dear... you are sweating so bad, just let it go" I keep hearing that voice... a beautiful feminine voice My eyes feels heavy, I tried opening them but it seems so hard... my head hurts so much. I can hear a wobbling sound of a tapping feet, it is so vigorous... no, rather the sound is coming from me, it looks like am fighting over something I can't see and they are overpowering me... they want to take me down, they are forcing me into this darkness not letting me open my eyes

I tried to call out, but no sound came from my throat. I was trapped. Alone and lost in this darkness with no way out. Time had no meaning here. It could have been hours or days, or years. I couldn't tell. The darkness just stretched on and on. But then... I heard something. A voice. Faint at first, like it was coming from very far away. But gradually getting closer. A woman's voice. "...need you to fight. Do you hear me? You have to fight." Who is that? I knew that voice. It was familiar, warm, like sunshine breaking through clouds.