The Gentle Voices Lie Novels & Stories

I heard her think: Oh wonderful, I think someone was watching, they’ll be sure to tell everyone and then they’ll all know the truth! So Sun Li was the first voice I heard. I could soon hear the thoughts of Alisa too and along with that came her worried boyfriend and her parents and then things spiraled a little out of control. But after that day, I knew I couldn’t just stand by and let these things happen. I could hear the thoughts and feelings of anyone I wanted, so there had to be a reason. Though, things did get a lot worse before they got better. It was the voices I heard from the other students in the school that made things so much worse. I mean, I thought Sun Li putting on that mask a

Voices. Liam stopped instantly, pressing himself against the rough stone wall. Theo followed suit, holding his breath. The voices were muffled, but growing clearer. Two, maybe three people. “…they should’ve reported back by now.” A man’s voice—gruff, irritated. “Maybe they got caught,” another voice replied, this one lighter, almost bored. A pause. Then the first man spoke again, this time quieter “If that’s the case, we need to secure this place. Orders were to keep this passage under control.”

she whispered, her voice trembling yet resolute. One of the men pulled out a pair of scissors and carefully cut away part of Agu’s shirt around the bullet wound. Then, with steady hands, he dug the scissors into Agu’s arm, extracting the bullet. Agu clenched his jaw, hissing in pāin as the metal pressed through his skin.written by Peter's Gracious stories Greater’s gaze darted between them, filled with questions she could no longer hold back. One of the men finally looked up, his expression softening as if he understood her confusion. "You will know in time," he said quietly. "But for now, it’s important that our Master rests and recovers."

I sighed deeply rushing to embrace him. His arm felt like a warm blanket wrapped around me. I squeezed my eyes closed realizing what just happened, I may sound like a nine-year-old but the dark is messing with me again. There was no one there, I feel stupid right now, I shouldn’t have let my emotions and fear get the best of me. My heartbeats echoed in my ear, I looked up at Andrew’s blue eyes, they were calm, caring, and gentle eyes. Pulling out of his grip, I held my breath, wondering if he too could hear my heart racing. He looked into my eyes, I know he has a lot of questions but I’m not ready to answer them.

I hung up and dialed Adrian right away. The phone seemed to ring forever before he picked up. "Adrian, you have to start my mom's treatment again. She's in a coma and can't last a second without the ventilator..." I pleaded, panic rising in my voice. Loud music thumped in the background as Adrian's voice came through—emotionless and merciless. "Consider this a lesson for trying to leave." "I was wrong, okay? I won't talk about leaving ever again, just please..." Then I heard it—soft, suggestive sounds from his end. "Mr. Jones, don't stop..."

Chapter 41 The factory loomed like a skeleton against the shadowed sky. Rusty metal. Shattered windows. A trap waiting to be sprung. Lena lay low behind boxes, her eyes sweeping. Michael was in there. So was Mercer. Noah, Damien, and Evelyn flanked her. "We move quietly," Noah whispered. Damien grinned. "Not me." Lena didn't notice him. They couldn't afford to screw this up. Evelyn spoke into the earpiece, “Two guards at the entrance. Another patrolling the perimeter.”

He lowered his eyes, his voice soft, almost like he might break at any moment. "At first, I just thought, if I said I was poor, maybe I'd get closer to you. Later, I didn't know how to take the lie back." "So you've been lying to me for five years?" I wanted to look him in the eyes, to see the truth in them, but he wouldn't meet my gaze. "You're an idiot..." I grabbed his shoulder, wanting to hit him, but when my hand was raised, I couldn't bring myself to do it.

**He's lying. "No, I really mean it. It's not his voice." ~~You don't have to be so nice. It's his voice, isn't it.~~ "It's really not... you're not listening!" His yell seemed to be the last cut on the thread, Kyle's eyes grew teary and he felt a part of his heart break as Kyle took a step back. **It is his voice. I don't have mine. I gave up my voice to save him.** What?

No time at all. Then I hear it. A tiny hesitant beep. Faint. Intermittent. A single spark in the void. It flickers. Once. Twice. Again. It grows. Faster now. Louder. Stronger. Insistent. A pulse of light and sound, small at first. Then much louder like something demanding attention. Tugging at a place deep inside me. And then the voices.nThree distinct tiny voices. Soft. Trembling. Loving. “Mommy…”

As soon as those words were spoken, the scene grew noticeably quieter. Ford's shouting caught in his throat, and Grace even forgot to cry. Both of them stared straight at the tablet. Off in the distance, the smug look on Sonya's face vanished instantly. A flash of panic flickered through her eyes. The next second, the head nurse began operating the tablet and turned the screen toward the onlookers, her voice clear and firm.