The Day You Hear My Voice Novels & Stories

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.

My parents are music professors, and their university is always hosting these music salons and exchange events. But they never took me. After I graduated from college, I was desperate to see what it was like, so I begged my mother for a visitor's pass. She was busy helping my sister Ella fill out an application for one of those concerts, and she cut me off cold: "Everyone attending is a top-tier musician. You can't even read sheet music—walking in there, you'd just stick out like a sore thumb." A few days later, I stood in the freezing wind, listening to the applause rolling out from the auditorium. My sister stood at center stage, performing alongside a bunch of renowned musicians. That nig

Zack collapsed on the floor like a broken man, his laughter hollow and crazed as he said to me, “The day I walk out of prison will be the day you die!” I pressed my lips together and shook my head. “You’re never getting out…”

New - Daya 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 I feel my head is very sore, almost about to burst it feels. I tried to touch my head, did my head break, split in two? Still recorded clearly, that voice. And also, my head is so dizzy, like a big rock was hit repeatedly to my head.

And then, as if a gentle breeze had whispered in my ear, he began to sing. His voice pierced through the silence, captivating me with its soft timbre. Each word he uttered hung in the air, carried by a melody that wrapped around my soul. It was as if he had unraveled the depths of my heart and poured its essence into every lyric. At that moment, it felt as though he were speaking directly to me, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability and longing. The song he had chosen, "Dandelions" by Ruth B., held a special significance in that moment. Its lyrics spoke of resilience and hope, a testament to the beauty that can spring from unexpected places.

The very first voice, I heard said: Scratch it, scratch it all off until there is nothing left! I heard this from a girl I knew at school as though she was screaming it at the top of her lungs. I heard it again when I passed her and her mouth had been closed. I followed her around and this is what I found out. I mean, it was Sun Li, she was a girl who had walked passed me a thousand times before. She wasn’t mean to me at all personally, but I did like it when she smiled at me, when I waved to her. I liked her hair, it was straight and jet black just like most of her clothes. I knew she wasn’t an actual friend, because I know how it works, with guys like me, but I thought she was at least a d

"I have something important to tell you, Your Majesty... let's talk in my study." Erick followed Frank back into the next room. He sat on the sofa in the study, followed by Frank who sat beside him. "What is it?" "I'm sorry, Your Majesty," said Frank with his head lowered. "I have betrayed you." "What do you mean?" Erick narrowed his eyes sharply. Frank held out one hand with the palm open. "You can listen to the sounds I have recorded for yourself." Erick held Frank's hand, and suddenly his ears heard a familiar woman's voice. Erick's eyes widened with a sharp glint.

A woman's voice I've also don't recognize is now the one talking. Wait, did she say Alpha? That didn't sound like my father or Max. "I swear to the Goddess I'll kill whoever did this to her!" The deep voice growls out. Then I hear something smash and break, for once I'm thankful I can't seem to open my eyes. Then darkness consumes me once again. New Day "Any progress today?" It's that deep voice again, the one I've been hearing every time I wake from the darkness. I still can't seem to open my eyes or stay conscious longer than a few moments. But each time I do, I hear his voice. My hearing seems to be the only thing working right now.

This time, I had a friend at the right office pull it the day I got out of the hospital. It had Maya, in full clarity, threatening me on the way to the hospital. The voice on the recording was so different from the soft little princess Mason had been protecting that the contrast was almost a comedy. Every line out of Maya's mouth on the recording took the color out of Mason's face. "You..." His voice was shaking. "All these years I treated you as my own sister. How could you go after my child?!" Maya went down on her knees in front of him.

"Today is Valentine's Day. How about something exciting at your place—downstairs, in your car?" The voice on the other end was my best friend—Claudia Foster. I froze, confused. Slowly, I stepped closer. James turned around, smiling as he pointed to his phone and signed, "Hold on, babe. It's a client." When I was deaf, he never avoided taking calls in front of me. He would even put them on speaker sometimes. He chuckled softly. "Didn't you say you had a present for me?" Beneath his fake-serious expression was a teasing, playful tone.