The Day You Hear My Voice Novels & Stories

"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.

Opening my eyes one more time, I saw a sign board which on it was written "Caracas." I had this loud voice of pang in my skull. All I heard were shady whispers and nothing more. I turned over again, with the obvious face of curiosity and confusion, walking from one corner to another. And then suddenly the voice became clear and all it said was "Tempest Day, Tempest Night, Be you worthy, See the light, The Day of trouble, The Day of help, See Ozais and see Life." The pain it inflicted caused me to yell on the open high traffic road, dragging my hair and forcing the vain on my forehead out.

“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.

Lowering my backrest, I relax in my seat, make sure my voice is louder than before. The light turns green, our car glides forward. "I receive your emails and texts. They are the highlights of my day, I find myself rereading them. I want to call you, I want to sleep and wake to the sound of your voice. I want to tell you every little thing that happens in my day. About the one time someone put sugar in my coffee and all I could hear was you telling me to drink it up. It wasn’t bad but I will always love my coffee black and bitter."

Can you hear me? *Rosemary!* His voice burst through the link, sounding so wild, frantic, and breathless that it broke my heart. *Goddess, little one! You're alive! Where are you? Tell me where you are, I am coming for you! I will kill them all!*

“Goodbye”. Said a pair of trembling lips on the verge of cracking their voice, served by pearls leaving the orbs amidst the pair of eyes so red that could pour blood instead of those crystal pearls, if possible. All those visions could earn was another pair of orbs, agonizing a stare so warm as that of a sauna.

She glared at me, her voice dropping to a threatening whisper, “Don’t lie to me. Tell me all the details.” When she threatened to cut off my mother's medical treatment, I had no choice but to spill the truth. [Flashback] The memory of that day remained crystal clear. The rainy season always was pervaded by a lingering and inescapable scent of rust. I sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, unconsciously twirling a scalpel in my hand. Outside, the neon lights blurred into colorful patches in the curtain of rain, reminiscing about the peach blossoms shattered upon the river's surface in New Valetta that year.

Her baby also wanted to squeeze her dad. In the car, their driver was listening to them sing with the minus one. The song was "Best Part of Me" by Ed Sheeran and Yebba. Although it was on and on and on repeatedly. The driver and the body guard in the shotgun seat will never get tired listening to their bosses in the back seat. It was too beautiful and too soothing to hear. Gabriel's voice was a match to hers, to add to her beautiful voice.

The voice was both her savior and her doom. That damn amazing voice. The handsome hottie! Her entire body shivered for a second, and it was unbearable wherever anything touched her skin, and her eyesight was low contrast and gray. "Wake up, Sophie, you can do this, follow my voice." How the hell would I do that? I felt like a cow ready to be canned. What the hell should I do? "Wait, you can see me?" "No! But I can hear you." "Who are you?"

Nothing about her indicates he is a hybrid as well. Whatever she is ,it's nothing good. "Come on now Lea, you've down enough take the rest of the day off" Like a fool I remain transfused to a point, unable to move… this voice… This voice is the one I have once yearned for and loved… a voice I had always cherished then later a voice who sent creeps down my skin. All my life I prayed once, and I prayed that I do not ever get to hear this voice ever again.