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I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, letting Simone’s calm presence wash over me. “Let the voices in,” she said. “Don’t fight them. Let them flow past you like a river.” I hesitated, then let go of the resistance that had been holding me back for so long. The voices surged again, but this time, I didn’t flinch. I let them wash over me, observing without attaching myself to them. Slowly, they began to untangle, each one becoming distinct instead of a chaotic blur. And then, there it was, the silence within.

and immediately I read that, my inner demons (Yes, I have inner demons, they kill me anytime am weak, they feed on my despair, and cause more, how shitty is that? My inner demons that had been tormenting me every now, and then awoke again "And you really think he might be serious about you, hahaha" I heard a voice, it's loud, and it's mocking me, but I knew that won't be the only one, cause there were more "You foolish little psycho, can't you see that he is hesitating?"

Kevin asked, raising his eyebrows. She just heard the whispers, getting louder... "It's the disgrace." "A reborn of abominations..." "Queen of cowards." "Mated to the greatest abomination of them all!" The voices kept whispering like they were piercing through her skull and Ruby found herself letting out an ear-splitting scream, incapable of taking it anymore. Her blood was boiling for real. She felt like she was going to die if she didn't get the hell out of that house. "Please. Stop!" She begged, tears were rolling down her face with her hands holding her head, hoping it would stop the voices.

It begins to get hard for me to concentrate on my book because I cant help but think back to what my dad said. I am living life , I just don't see a need to get drunk or live wildly. I'm simple and I love it that way. If people do not agree with it , then screw them. I'm my own woman Yasss , you go girl My inner voice pats me on the back.

“Tell us Josephine, how came a young lady like you get to have a successful business? Is it that easy or you have your own tricks? “ Mr Miller said touching my hand intimately. When that man stroke my hand my mind went blank, I lost focus, I couldn’t find the words to say something, anything. I closed my eyes for a second, trying hard to find the answer in my mind when I heard a voice. It sounded familiar. Focus on the voice, Focus! My inner self was yelling at me. I needed to focus on that voice so I can regain control over my thoughts. I still don’t know why I reacted like this but...

You can do it, Nina, remember you are the only one who can change your life and make Satan fall on his feet. My inner voice motivated me. Making all doubts and second thoughts vanish into the air. I promised myself in my firm determined voice. "I will make you lose this Hate War, Jack Miller"

I found myself balling my fist and clenching my teeth because I wouldn’t know what I’ll do. I found myself crouching right next to her, staring at her perfect wolf even though she was just a wolf at that moment. It can’t be her, but what would I do if Selena was really responsible for Kayla’s poisoning? I heaved a heavy sigh and turned away but her voice in my mind had me freezing on spot. “Chris” Her voice was gentle and subtle, maybe it’s because of my rut but her mesmerizing voice was enough to turn me on, I mean it’s in my mind, how could her inner voice be so damn sexy.

He was thoroughly immersed in the lesson that he had learnt. The Moon Goddess faced him, her face serene, her silver eyes full of understanding. "You see now," she told him gently but firmly. "The path that lies before you is never quiet. But you alone decide whose voice you listen to. Other people's voices are helpful, they give you advice and they support you. But the one voice that you hear loudest of all is yours. The voice of your inner guidance, of your inner strength, of your own truth." Dorian breathed slowly, tension easing off his shoulders, the weight of the voices now off his shoulders. He had succeeded in the test of the second trial.

‘‘Fatrez, Fatrez, uhh…’’ I held my head to keep the voices out and it was unsuccessful. ‘‘How many elephants do you eat for breakfast every day, are you an alien,’’ another voice whispered as more laughter began ringing in my ears. I was delusional, was I going mad? I moved back to the washroom and threw cold water on my face to nub and silence all the voices. ‘‘Hurry up and write that letter, do it right now,’’ my inner voice whispered again, ‘‘Stop delaying, it’s going to be too late,’’ it insisted. ‘‘Write that letter, say goodbye.’’

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.