The Gentle Voices Lie Novels & Stories

When he spoke, his voice was as gentle as ever. "Get some good sleep. I'll be right here by your side." A second later, I heard his thoughts again. [Finally. Some peace and quiet.] Those were just simple words, yet they hurt deeper than any venomous insult ever could. I didn't say another word and lay silently on my side of the bed. The heavy blanket pressed down suffocatingly against my chest. Beside me, Alder tapped on his phone, as if it had all been my imagination, but I knew the truth.

"Mommy, don't listen to him! He's the one who appeared out of nowhere and started stealing all my nutrients! Now, he even wants to make you misunderstand me!" Lucky's voice rang out, so aggrieved and pitiful that it made my heart ache. I quickly patted my belly to comfort him. "Don't worry, Lucky. I won't believe in some random, unexplained voice!" I looked around, trying to find the source of the other voice, only for it to appear again. "Mom, stop looking. I'm Sunny, I'm right inside your belly!

“I’m sorry. I’m talking to the voices in my head. I’ve never actually communicated with them before, just being a silent participant but they’re actually very knowledgeable.” ‘Of course, we are. We’ve been living on this beloved Earth for hundreds of years and we would’ve still walked the Earth if it weren’t because of Gaia Delvaux.’ This voice was slightly older, sounded like this person had indeed lived hundred of years as she had claimed to be. ‘I still can’t believe we have a cruel great granddaughter such as her,’ said an elderly male voice which I assumed was my mother’s great grandfather. ‘We’ve bred a monster, my apologies for that,’ said a woman, her voice was nearly drowned by othe

Hair pulled back. Eyes calm. Voice, when it came, low and sure: “You’ve heard my voice out of order.” “You’ve seen it sliced to sound like something that doesn’t feel whole.” She looked directly into the lens. “Let me tell you what those moments really were.” “That pause? Was me choosing not to lie.” “That breath? Was grief, remembered.” “That silence?” She smiled gently. “Was the part of me that refused to die just because it wasn’t efficient.” She held still for a moment.

My vision blurred at the edges as the despair started to overtake my senses as I watched Cece's chest stop moving. Everything seemed to collapse around me. The walls, the floor, time itself. Panic clawed its way up, suffocating, drowning every thought. Then the whispers started. Not one. Not a few. Hundreds. All female. Strange, distorted, overlapping. Voices so ancient they felt older than the stone beneath me. They didn't warn or threaten. They consoled. Breathe. Stay still. You are protected. You are ours. The voices wove together. They didn't just speak. They soothed. They reassured. They knew me, claimed me. They told me everything was going to be fine. They wanted me calm. They wanted

The words felt heavy in my mouth. My voice cracked. “So I’ll give you everything I have left,” I promised. “Even if it’s not much.” Fatigue slowly crept into my limbs, unavoidably. I lay back carefully, one hand still resting over them. My breathing slowed. My eyes drifted shut. Another movement rolled beneath my palm, slow, deliberate, like a response. A silent conversation. I smiled faintly. “I hear you,” I whispered. Somewhere beyond my door… footsteps passed. Voices murmured.

A pause. “…talk to them.”. Silence. Then she continued softly: “Tell them who you are.”. The Voices of Earth. For several seconds—. Nothing happened. One human voice emerged through global networks in a low volume.' From Lagos, an old woman. "I was frightened by the loss of my husband.". So Paulo heard another voice. I'm not sure who I am for the most part of my life. The youngster from Seoul burst into tears and laughed in a nervous manner.

And then it happened. Hurried footsteps and muffled voices were filling the air. She wanted to scream for help, but her instinct told her otherwise. Playing dead, she listened well. It wasn’t hard considering that it was so quiet to begin with. She realized at once that there was no kindness knitted about in the voices echoing about. Rough and forced as though they were already arguing even though they were only conversing. She shut her eyes tight even though she could no longer see, praying; hoping against all odds that whoever was closing in wouldn’t notice her lying like a helpless child on the ground.

Alana, who was still sitting down, confused, tried to peek and see who entered the room when. “Thank you, thank you very much ladies and gentlemen for being here,” someone said. Alana had to admit the woman had a voice that was gentle and melodic, like the soothing hum of a lullaby. Her words flowed effortlessly, each syllable carrying a delicate grace that could lull anyone into a state of peacefulness. With each utterance, her voice seemed to dance in the air, filling the room with warmth and light.

Ancalagon says, pushing another round of whatever he’s doing over Elio. I feel her a moment before I hear her purring combine with Ancalagon’s. Kaylani. Her tone is gentler, like water bubbling in a creek instead of the rough earth under your feet. She comes over, putting her hands on Elio and looking at me. I see the same shock on her face that I know was on mine a moment ago. “Elio, can you hear me?” I ask. His distorted head, part Lycan, part dragon, lifts. “Yesssssss,” he says and it’s more hiss than language.