The Day You Hear My Voice Mga Nobela at Kwento

Nothing changes, it’s just me and nature. Then one day, I hear something. A voice, from far off. I quietly follow the sound trying to find the source. It's a masculine voice and it’s the most attractive voice I’ve ever heard. There is something about it that draws me in. I hear a soft purring sound in my head. “Alessia?” There is no response, but the purr increases a bit. “Oh Alessia. If you can hear me, I’ve missed you so much. I love you. I’m trying to figure out where we are and maybe you can get stronger.”

my voice stopped with the loud voice of another person. "Daddyyy"

I can't feel anything. All I can hear is only the voice.. The voice I am very known to. The voice I could recognise in any condition. The voice... The very voice that is the reason for my destruction. The voice of Antonio. My first love...

A door. Hope flared inside my chest. I grabbed the handle. Locked. “Damn it!” I hit it once, then again, but my strength was already fading. The smoke alarm suddenly exploded overhead in a deafening shriek. The piercing sound sliced through the air, mixing with the roaring in my ears and the frantic pounding of my heart. But it was too late. Was anyone even here to hear it? Or had they cleared the entire building except for me? Rage flared violently through the fear.

Back in the present, there was a steady breathing sound in the conference room, the quiet space around her made June want to stay that way, there was no incident, no obnoxious voice of anyone else, just like that and a good night's sleep until the next day. But life is not like a dream, just as June is slowly falling asleep, suddenly... Beam... "It's time to wake up, June." The familiar hateful voice sounded again, June helplessly let out a sigh, even Keitha in the distance heard it, but there was nothing she could do to help June. As for June, after letting out a breath and slowly opening his eyes, he also gathered the strength to sit up straight. Looking at June's snoring form, Keitha also

The room was deathly silent except for the frantic beat of my heart in my ears. His low voice and the one from my dreams overlapped, weaving into a single key that unlocked my carefully built self-deception with a sharp click. He was Mr. Y—the man who sang off-key love songs to me at midnight, and the very same one who had chastised me relentlessly in the day. I stared at him. His handsome face was so close, and the usual coldness and distance were gone, replaced by a fragile, pleading vulnerability. The light in his eyes flickered like a candle tossed all night by a stormy wind.

That’s when I heard it— a voice. Not from outside… but from inside me. One word, soft but electric. Mate.

I breathed, my voice filled with awe and hope. Her voice, like a gentle breeze, reached out to me, though I could see it was taking her a lot of effort to even speak. Her voice came out raspy and choked but it felt like a faint echo of the melodious tones I had longed to hear. "Bait." It was the sweetest sound I had ever heard, the embodiment of hope and a promise of life returning to the world. My heart swelled with joy as I moved closer to her as if in a trance, drawn by her presence and her voice.

“I don’t need to hear your voice to know that I’m not alone.”

“You should’ve fucking died that day.” Her voice is strange … as if it bears scars you can hear — ragged, rough, like it has been torn once and never fully mended.