The Inner Voice Book Novels & Stories

It was an act of pure giving, devoid of any ulterior motives. He was unbelievably flawless—almost too flawless. Deep within her, Ava sensed the presence of her inner wolf. Something within her told her that the anticipated trouble would never arise. As a woman with her own set of experiences, doubt always lingered. Yet, there existed a voice within her, her intuition, or perhaps her inner wolf. It wasn't a newfound voice, but one she had never been able to fully embrace. It had always been muffled, resembling mere noise in her mind. Or she had been too afraid to believe in it.

You I might not know everything. But I do know something. We may not know all things. But we know what some of these things are. You may not know what things are like in this world But you know your own world and everything as it is. Finally I can rest and just lay down all day. Nothing new, just the silence in my head that I've waited to come for 15 years. Well I'll be damned. And still, even if these voices come back, the inner silence would always stay but mostly, violently unheard.

This is the section filled with books that will serve as a solution to one's disastrous life battle. I almost lost to the sight of it that almost reach the highest roof. The man behind me said with a husky yet awed-filled voice, “You're right. It was the classic brought upon the battle of oneself. It was written by the very known...” His voice disrupted by his emotion that suddenly flared. His silence and deep breathing was something I thought as a kind of reminisce for something so dare to him. Suddenly my mind flickered, show a devastating scene. “What...” I gasped, step back with my weakened knees. My mind so strange, and it was so far to a possibly acceptable nature. It give me the taste

"Like the ones on TV?" Not really," I told him. "I mean. do you ever get something inside of you? Something powerful? Like something inside of you that isn't. human?" He gazed down, weighing. "Sometimes there is a voice in my head when I'm scared. It says things to me." I gasped for air. "What does it sound like?" "Like me," he replied. "But older. Smoother." That was it. The inner wolf. It was already there.

"I-I know. But I can't seem to find it within me. I've been having signs; hearing voices in my head, doing strange things but I do not have control over it. No matter how I try." She nodded. "Of course, you don't. That's because you have not connected with your inner self, child." She walked deeper into the room, over to a rickety shelf that looked like it was going to fall off anytime soon. She took out a black tome and walked back to me with it. "This here will help you. It was written by the first White wolf to ever emerge in history. This will guide you to use your powers. You have limited time, Lena. Soon, you will embark on a journey alone. You must— you must master this book before pl

Taking several long, deep breaths, I calmed myself first, following Dad's example. The soft breeze, kissing my face, so refreshing—the feeling of cold, green grass tickling my bare feet—the rhythmical chirping of birds—Ah, it feels so delightful….. “Val?” A gentle tone spoke within my mind, awakening my senses. I-is it my inner voice? My wolf? Is my power waking up? I got excited. “Valentina?” Again, the voice called for me, and I blinked in confusion. Wait—why does this voice sound like my father? Did my inner voice change?

Because the truth is told, every person has their own inner voice that always tells them a lot of things about everything that happens in one’s life. Rise and shine, Lana! My seductive inner goddess calls me out using the most seductive voice that she can come up with. Sometimes she just thinks that she’s so sexy when in reality there was nothing sexy about her because who are we kidding, there is nothing sexy about me at all.

"Mommy, don't listen to him! He's the one who appeared out of nowhere and started stealing all my nutrients! Now, he even wants to make you misunderstand me!" Lucky's voice rang out, so aggrieved and pitiful that it made my heart ache. I quickly patted my belly to comfort him. "Don't worry, Lucky. I won't believe in some random, unexplained voice!" I looked around, trying to find the source of the other voice, only for it to appear again. "Mom, stop looking. I'm Sunny, I'm right inside your belly!

By the time I came to, Mom was looking at me with eyes that sparkled like they held a secret. "Whoa! What's with Mom's look? Can she… hear my thoughts?" She gave me a playful wink. In that moment, my heart leapt with joy. "No way! She can actually hear me! This is amazing! Together, we'll be unstoppable! This time, we're going to make those scumbags regret everything they've ever done!"

I was all ears and eager to hear him out. “You’re still very young. And I don’t mean your age so don’t jump to conclusions. Technically, you barely hatched so your senses are still developing, still not quite as sharp as they should be. Mine, however, are different, so I can sense them better. Especially when I get a little hungry.” He explained. One thing I couldn’t deny I liked about the inner voice was the fact that he could hear some of my thoughts. I didn’t have to ask the questions for him to answer.