The Inner Voice Book Novels & Stories

I whispered, standing up, knocking the chair back. “You have found it.” The words of that weird voice rang in my mind. Is this actually the book that it wanted to show me? But how is this gonna help me? It’s all blank?

The voice—guttural, ravenous—exploded inside my skull. I whip around, but it's just us. That voice—it's from inside me? Jarek's fingers thrust and withdraw, leaving my pussy aching, desperate to be filled. He stares, pupils glinting gold in the dim light, dangerous and mesmerizing. He grabs my hand, guiding it to his crotch, voice rough. "Hurting? Want this?" "Yes, I want it!"—the voice screams again. My fingers, beyond my control, touch his burning cock. My throat swallows hard, ears burning, an inner restlessness growing, like something's waking, tearing at my sanity.

That regretful feeling of not thinking things throroughly before jumping in to a decision. "Get out of my head," she muttered into her pillow and shook her head, trying to get the tormenting inner voice in her head. "I did the right thing." She spoke, wanting to overcome the voice. "I did the right thing..." She added again and closed her eyes to sleep. ++++

It is like she has changed into a whole new person, well voice. Her inner voice has been with her since about her 12th year but being a foster child, she never dared tell anyone about it. She was already being teased enough about her eyes being too big and she actually enjoyed having someone to talk to. At first, it was a bit weird when her inner voice would answer her back, but it was when they started fighting that she knew she was mad. She tried to ignore it for days, but she ended up feeling too alone so she decided that that was a part of her, and she would not change it for the world. Even her team of Seismologists have come to know her for talking to herself……a lot.

It was steady and deliberate and clear, the voice of a person who had spent a long time finding it and was no longer willing to modulate it for anyone else's comfort. "I did not write this book to seek vengeance," I said, letting my gaze move across the faces in front of me. "I wrote it because I needed to reclaim my voice, to give language to the experience of surviving manipulation and fear and the particular kind of isolation that does not announce itself with visible chains. This is not about someone else's power over me. This is about my autonomy. This is about the specific and ongoing work of living inside your own life rather than the version of your life that someone else decided was

I’m supposed to be discussing things with her, not…this! He admonished himself in his mind. His breathing finally stabilized; he stared at the running water in the steam-filled room. When would be the right time? His mind taunted him. It’s never time, it’s never enough, it’s never okay, the voice in his head continued - Dorien’s voice. His inner voice always sounded like his baby brother – Dorien. YOU are never enough. Has she done ANYTHING to make you think that NOW? She is primed; for YOU.

I gasp and I hear his heart rate quicken at my own cruel words and I quickly sit up to explain but before I even can; he has gotten off the bed and leave the room, slamming the door shut behind him. My heart is still pounding and I’m trying to figure out why I said something so insensitively. I hear the faint chuckle from within my mind and I realise that it wasn’t me who had said that… but the thing within me. She has managed to use my body. What if- what if she’s the evil within me? I have to ask the oracle today. I need to know what is the voice within my own mind…

These books were alive, and they glowed with a light that seemed to come from within. And then, I heard a voice. "Welcome, seeker," the voice said. "I am the Librarian of Knowledge, and I have been waiting for you." I looked around, but I could not see anyone. "Where are you?" I asked. "I am everywhere and nowhere," the voice said. "You seek understanding," the voice said. "But understanding cannot be found in books alone. It can only be found within yourself." "But how?" I asked. "How can I find understanding within myself?"

It didn’t turn. But the air around her grew impossibly still. She kept her voice steady. “You don’t belong here. This world isn’t yours to unmake.” There was no answer. Then, a whisper, but not from it. From within her. “I never left.” The voice inside her mind didn’t shout. It seeped. Like ink in clear water. “You let them silence me.” She staggered. “No. I didn’t—” “You benefited from it. You walked freely on the bones of what we hid.”

a voice I am so familiar with screamed in my head startling me like she is standing in front of me and I know every girl has that badass bitch self inside her as well as 99 more voices in our heads. “ Why the fuck do you care if he doesn't want to do anything with you! You are a badass bitch and YOU don't need anyone.” I gasped out loud at my thoughts. I know people will call me crazy for having an inner self’s voice that will scream at me when I feel like you are worth the shit but she is always right and says the things I want to hear and right now I am going to hear what she is saying and going to enjoy the two weeks. “ I think we should go and enjoy the free vacation,” I smirked and for