The Gentle Voices Lie Novels & Stories

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Tomorrow would be a long day. The light downstairs was left on. I moved to turn off the switch when I heard voices. My hand froze mid air, my heart skipping a beat. The voices were coming from the study. There was a woman’s voice laughing. It seemed a little distant. As though she wasn’t in the room. “Come on baby, show me your cock.” She breathed. “I’ve got my little dildo here and I just miss you so much.” My face twisted in disgust. Was it…were they on a video call?

I can't tell which. Soon, came the voices. They start as whispers, seeping through the thick darkness, distant and fuzzy. But then they start to get close, until I hear them come from right beside me. “…Alpha…” “…pressure… hold him…” “…silver…get it out…” The words come in broken fragments, incomprehensible. I try to listen, try to grasp what they are saying but they slip through my fingers like smoke. After a while, I feel the earth spin around me until

Bioluminescent gardens cast shifting patterns of soft teal and silver across the walls, their gentle glow reflecting off the polished steel corridors like living stars. I walked the observation gallery with Hope’s small hand in mine. The gallery’s glass was cool and smooth beneath my palm as I pressed it against the thick pane, feeling the faint pressure of the crushing depths beyond. Hope’s fingers were warm and slightly sticky from the berry juice she’d had at breakfast, her grip tight with the quiet intensity only a six-year-old carrying the weight of the bloodline could possess. “The voices are louder today,” she whispered, her voice soft but clear against the gentle hum of the water cir

--- 'Come, my little friends, as we all sing a happy little working song… Merry little voices clear and strong…' I woke up wearing Giselle's bridal gown, then got up on the sofa. I sang the Happy Working Song, then opened the glass door to call the animals to help me clean the messy house. 'Come, my little friends, as we all sing a happy little working song… Merry little voices clear and strong…' I forced my eyes to open and then blinked. No… I was not singing, I just kept on hearing the song. I was dreaming and now feeling disoriented. I groaned, closing my eyes again when I realized those were either calls or messages from my cellphone.

He said to Luke, who also grinned. "What?" Josh wanted to know completely perplexed. "I woke up to voices this morning so I looked out the window and saw you both," Liam explained. "And of course you ran straight to Luke and ..." "We met in the hallway." “What kind of sleep do you two have? We talked very quietly! ”Amazed, he looked at the two alternately. "Children!" They said in unison and Josh clapped his leg. "I hope you didn't wake the Masons!" Remarked Luke. "If we have already woken up ..."

A gentle voice called behind her. She whirled around, grateful for the interruption, as she faced Noelle. “What?” She snapped. Noelle took a step back. “Um, I think this is the right time to make a speech.” Maeve glared at her for a while. She sucked in a deep breath and walked away. Dominic watched as she walked to a small platform mounted at a part of the room with a microphone attached to the podium. She climbed the podium gratefully, lowered her head slightly to the microphone just as the music stopped playing. She cleared her throat into the microphone, attracting the attention.

I sigh, and I turn around with the rest of the guys. After a few minutes of rustling behind me, we hear a small gasp from the young girl. "What is it?" I ask, not daring to look back from the fear that Kenli will beat me with a hammer. "Nothing. She's just cold." I can hear the tremble in her voice. She is obviously lying, people in this family just love to lie. But I shake it off, lying isn't our biggest problem right now. *********************************** Kenli A gasp escapes my lips as I take off her shirt to reveal several hundred cuts covering her body. "What is it?" The one called Alec questions. I look up at him to make sure he isn't looking.

... The whispers of affection filled the room, soft and intimate. Fury surged through me. I flung open the door, phone in hand, and began recording. The camera's flash pierced the dimness, forcing the two figures to squint. My husband, Dale Sparks, scrambled to cover himself with a blanket, his face draining of color. Panic flashed in his eyes. "Weren't you on a business trip? Did something go wrong at work?" Even now, his first thought was whether I'd faltered at the job I poured my soul into for him.

The walls around my heart, built over years of fear, betrayal, and exile, tremble under the gentle weight of acceptance. “Luna…” the voices murmur again, this time reaching me in full. I can hear them individually and together, Koa’s deep, protective tone, Esme’s cautious tremor, Darian’s hesitant curiosity, Lysander’s tentative bravery, Elysia’s quiet wonder, and Zenith’s serene warmth weaving through them all.