The Inner Voice Book Novels & Stories

Better than he imagined. “Your voice is acting as more than a sound wave. It is what has helped you convey your inner world in a meaningful way.” Vivienne explained. “And this is the most important part of you. It is your tool and your weapon. Your identity. It is all of you who will help you break through the walls you have built around yourself. Get rid of them and be free.” She smiled warmly at Rhys and Sophie and then checked her watch. “I am afraid we have to round up here for today. We will continue our next session with honing the inner you, and I hope you prepare for it.“

My escape seemed futile, and the car, left useless without fuel, had stranded me even further from safety. Then, as I sat there in agony, something strange happened. A voice—a calm, soothing presence—emerged from within, one I had never expected to hear: my inner wolf. Place your hand on your ankle, she instructed, her voice filled with a quiet confidence. For a moment, I hesitated. She’d never spoken to me before, not even in my darkest moments. Why now? But I was in too much pain to argue, and so, with a heart full of uncertainty, I did as she asked.

a voice whispered inside my mind, soft and steady, yet resonating with power far beyond anything I had ever felt. The grip on the baby tightened reflexively, even as a tremor ran through my arms. “Who are you?” I whispered internally, my mind straining toward the voice, trying to find its source. The words weren’t coming as speech, yet they were undeniable. The echo pulsed faintly, almost in recognition, almost as if it understood what I could not yet comprehend.

Because the moment she said it, it fit. Like it had been sewn into the lining of her voice all along. Calla – POV The second book wasn’t about the past. Not entirely. It was called “Instructions for Building a Voice.” And it was part memoir, part letter, part blueprint for others like me—raised by stories they didn’t write, born into silence they never chose. I wrote about the first letter I never sent. And the second one I did. I wrote about the woman who raised me with steady hands but fearful eyes.

“Yes, I can. I am glad that at least you can find out by my voice that I am a woman, or else I was not expecting this.” The voice seemed to echo through Alisha's mind, sending shivers down her spine. “Who are you? What do you want from me?” Alisha's voice trembled as she spoke. “I am your inner voice, Alisha. The part of you that you've been ignoring for so long,” the voice replied calmly. “My inner voice?” Alisha repeated, her mind racing to make sense of it all. “Yes, the part of you that knows, what you truly fear, what you truly need. I am here to guide you, to help you find your path,” the voice explained.

my inner voice, a manifestation of my instincts trying to protect me? I closed my eyes, shutting out the world around me, and allowed myself to delve deeper into this newfound revelation. In the recesses of my mind, a presence stirred—a primal force, fierce and loyal. It was as if a dormant part of me had awakened, a connection to the wild and untamed.

I didn't know if it was true or not, but damn I could feel the power of a wonder woman making the men of this world beg for my hand. "And can I ask you something? Why do you zone out when somebody’s talking to you?" Well, he confessed his part. I should tell him mine. "It's my inner voice to whom I used to talk all the time. It's like my thoughts talking in a female voice, or a male voice depending upon the person I am talking to, and... ugh... I can't explain it to you. It's like… like my demon and angel are fighting for the thoughts, trying to teach me something in a particular situation. Never mind."

Leo said while slightly hissing at the end as he roughly ruffled his hair in frustration. “Yeah. Why did you even do that? Even when I told you to stop.” He flinched as he heard someone say in an echoing low voice that but he could not see who it was and was looking around to find him. “Stop it, Leo, you’ll never find me no matter how much you try. Idiot.” ‘There it goes again. Who was that?’ He thought after he heard it again. “I’m your inner wolf, idiot. My name is –”

Just as I selected the photo, an anxious voice suddenly rang out in my mind, "Wait, Mom! You can't send that!" Startled, I looked up. However, I didn't see any children around. Who on earth had just spoken? Sensing my confusion, the voice spoke again, "Mom, it's me. I'm your baby!" I was even more confused. Was the baby in my belly talking to me? But it was only a fetus that had barely taken shape! The voice continued, "Mommy, you sent that message right after the checkup in your last life. Dad's secretary saw it and got jealous, so she ran off. The deal he was about to sign fell through. In the end, Dad blamed everything on you.

Before my fingers even reached it, the book opened by itself. Just like it always used to whenever a new page filled up. My chest tightened. The page was blank for two seconds. Then words began to form. Like invisible ink deciding to show itself. {Your vampire side is not dead son.} I swallowed. {I believe you assumed it died but it is not.} My fingers curled into fists. {Your inner monster is in a deep slumber.} My breath grew heavier. {Use your fire to bring it back to life.}