The Gentle Voices Lie Novels & Stories

Can you stay with me now so I can sleep perhaps? Abby feeling anxious said, ‘Okay. Uh, since you are feeling sick, I will just be here with you throughout the night.’ So as they prepare to sleep. Abby sat down and begin touching Debbie’s head and massage it. She touches Debbie’s back to relieve any pain. While Debbie’s wearing her white nighties, she doesn’t have lingerie on her top; she enjoys the gentle massages of Abby. When she felt Abby was about to stop, she sat down on the bed and lean towards Abby. She looks at her, touch her cheeks and gently starts kissing her lips.

Stucked on their seats, they gaped their mouth open, hearts seemed to skip a beat. Ela is breathing heavily as she clenched her fists. The sides of her eyes started to heat up. Her throat began to hurt as she prevented her tears from falling out of anger. She wanted to scream how she wants to be like them. How she wanted to be strong enough accepting the truth. How her mind yells at her everytime she denies to herself that what she fears started happening. How she wanted to tell them that yes... everything is real. But she just can't... everything would be complicated, she could mess things up. She wanted to tell them how everything is too far with Science. That everything that happens today

The silent cry was heard Amid the night Without any word Peering on a moonlight I was ruined Though love was all I'd given I was pained My bliss was what they've taken Millions of lies Loud tears from my eyes Salted my wounds Fighting endless dooms I was put in a maze No way for me to escape The only thing in me was a dagger To break the wall before supper The route was always towards you Still coming to the room of blue I can't follow where my mind leads me to Because after all, I foolishly love you -Gabbie Sanchez 🔸🔸🔸

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

“And yet here you are. Building again. Not just surviving.” Her lips quivered, as if she wanted to argue, but no words came. The silence between them stretched. Upstairs, Naomi’s bedroom light flicked on. Small footsteps padded down the staircase, hesitant. Naomi appeared at the landing, her hair tousled from sleep, her oversized T-shirt slipping off one shoulder. “Dad?” she whispered. Harry stiffened, rising quickly. “Naomi, it’s late. You should be asleep.” She tilted her head, watching the heaviness in the room. “I couldn’t. I heard voices. And…” her eyes lingered on Elena, “I know something’s wrong.”

The outside was here, in this room, in the form of a truth that had been spoken out loud in front of witnesses and could not be unspoken. When Marta finished, she sat down. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken feelings, inviting the audience to sense the depth of unvoiced grief and the weight of what had been revealed. Ana reached across and took Paul’s hand. He let her.

Listened hard. I could not make out words. Just tones. It was Kade’s voice, low and cold and final, the one he used when there wasn’t any use in arguing with him because it had been decided. And another voice answering it. Surging and receding with something akin to desperation. Like an explanation. As if someone were trying to talk themselves back from the edge of something. Then silence. This was the silence that was worse than the voices — at least when there were voices, something was still being negotiated.

I yell, my heart slamming in my chest. “LEAVE ME! I SAID LEAVE ME!” That's Graham's voice. And behold, it is Graham's voice but with a touch of chaos. Cushions everywhere. Broken glass strewn all over the place. Maids cowering around, some sweating profusely, some running up and down, some have their hands on their heads, and others hiding in a corner, pretending not to see this disaster.

The woman was talking to someone else and my vision faded away. “Francine! Can you hear us? Wiggle your fingers for us...” I willed myself to listen, but I felt like lead, and I was too far gone to try. I got that underwater feeling again, from that dream I had...like I was sinking.... “Underweight......possible eating disorder.” The voices continued and I tried to speak. I needed to call Andrei back. How much time had passed? Was Vasha alright? “Phone...my phone...” I groaned to no avail. I felt straps tighten around my legs when I found the strength to try and sit up.

"Why didn't you tell me about your problem on day one? I would have spoken louder. I wou-" She shook her head. "That's not n-necessary." "Why isn't it?" "T-t-there's something in y-your voice," she stammered nervously as she gently tugged at her fingers. "In my voice?" She nodded again. "It's h-hard to ignore." "I don't understand where you're going with this." "Your voice," she looked down as a light blush stained her cheeks, "is the only voice that I can hear perfectly."