Novel & Cerita The Gentle Voices Lie

As I laid battered and broken, different voices enveloped my senses. Amidst the chorus of whispers, three distinct voices emerged. The voices of my mates—Ansel, Grey and Kaden reached out to me. "Valerie, don't give up. You can't leave us," Ansel voice urged, determination coursing through his words. "Believe in yourself, Valerie. You're stronger than this," Kaden's voice chimed in, a soothing resonance that sought to mend broken spirit. "Valerie, wake up. You have to fight. We need you," Ansel's voice echoed, a plea that portrayed the depth of their need for her.

But then it sharpened, sibilant and wrong, pouring softly from the speakers built into the ceiling above their heads. “Mother and child. Cage and key. The man with fire in his veins cannot hold them both forever.” Liora froze. Every inch of her skin prickled, her throat closing. The whisper dissolved into static, then another voice followed—this one lower, mocking. “Tick, tick, tick… every heart has a timer. Hers runs fastest.” She spun, searching for the source, but the voices came from everywhere at once—the living room speakers, the discreet ones hidden in the hall, even the tiny system near Wren’s door. It was as if the walls themselves had learned to talk.

The sound is both familiar and new, like a distant memory trying to speak through mist. I sit up a little, careful not to wake Dream. My hand rests against his chest to keep him settled. His breathing stays even, calm against my palm. The lights flicker softly. “System?” i whisper. A glow gathers in the far corner of the room, barely there, like dust kissed by moonlight. It swirls once, slow and gentle, almost hesitant. The glow does not brighten the room, it stays soft, faint, like a voice trying to speak through a dream.

And somewhere, deep in my bones, a voice, make, dark , rich, whispers, 'He’s lying.'

The sound was faint, but clear. Liesa stood in front of the sealed room, frustration building in her chest. Just as she clenched her fists, a faint vibration brushed against her skin. She froze. Slowly, she looked down. The pale blue gem on her brooch flickered to life, glowing softly. Liesa blinked, then pressed it, curiosity taking over. A familiar voice came through, low and steady. “Liesa.” She paused, stunned. When Angus called her name again, she snapped back and quickly pulled off the brooch.

I recognize the voice to belong to Travis Richardson, our house's head of security. I look between the door, Janice and her unknown friend repeatedly. Janice just stands there with her hands crossed across her chest,staring back at me with expressionless eyes. Her face is stilled masked like it was last night but I can easily make out that it's her. Her friend suddenly goes on her knees and starts rubbing her palms together, "Sir, please! Sir all we did was come to take food because we are hungry, please pity..." She starts to sob in a loud whisper. Janice pauses her speech by putting her right hand over her friend's mouth, the other hand lying on her waist.

Silk, fitted at the waist, paired with the black pearl necklace my grandmother left me. A black lace veil covered my face, making me look like a traditional Sicilian widow. "Ready?" Dante asked, his voice a low rumble. He stood straight in a black Armani suit, a Moretti crest pinned to his lapel. "Ready." I handed the encrypted drive to Marco. "The projector is set up. If Julian shows his face, you know what to do." Holy Name Cathedral was solemn, light filtering through the stained-glass windows, painting the air with holy colors.

Each breath is slow and deep, effortless, and for a moment, I want to stay exactly where I am, in this gentle, floating haze, where nothing can reach me, and nothing can hurt. Sounds begin filtering through gradually, distorted and muffled, like voices calling from beneath water. I can barely make out the shapes of words, blurred at the edges, drifting through the liquid cocoon surrounding me. My limbs feel heavy, my thoughts hazy and slow. I’m aware of warmth pressed against my skin, something firm and protective nearby, yet even this awareness feels vague, distant. Then suddenly, one voice rises above the rest, sharper and clearer, slicing straight through the softness around me and cuttin

Stand by. Send. Drop phone. I stare at the chandelier like it owes me money. Then I hear footsteps and giggling. The lovebirds descended the stairs in matching silk robes, holding hands like they were accepting an Oscar for Best Homewrecking Couple. “Gooood morning, Jay,” Daniel sang, sliding into the head seat—my seat—like he’d rehearsed it. “Hope our noise didn’t disturb you last night?” I flashed a smile sweet enough to rot teeth. “Not at all, hunny. Slept like a baby. A baby with earplugs and a vendetta.”

Her voice was so warm and stunning to hear. His heart thumped wildly. "Are you okay?" Garnet asked when he didn't move. What was he supposed to do? Why did he feel this unusual sensation? Why, all of a sudden, did just hearing her sweet voice send his system into a riot? "John," she muttered. He swallowed the lump in his throat before forcing himself to face her. She had an innocent look, yet her smile was fancy and dazzling. Her straight blonde hair cascaded down her waist in soft curls. Her nose was perfectly shaped, her lips luscious, and her long dark lashes accentuated her not-so-big brown eyes.