Novel & Cerita The Sound Of Her Voice

It pressed. Her voice came from somewhere she didn't recognize. Low and flat, like it belonged to someone standing at a very great distance inside her. "Get out."

Her body flinched—just once—but then melted into mine like she’d been holding herself up for too long and finally gave in. And that was when I heard it. Her cry. Her actual voice. It was low, ragged, not quite formed into words, but it was there. The sound of grief. Of pain. Of her. My heart thudded in my chest. God. I didn’t know what to do with that sound. I didn’t know if I should be relieved or broken all over again. It felt like hearing someone speak after a lifetime of silence. Tears stung the corners of my eyes.

The sound of her voice wrapped around me like ice, and for a moment, I could not even breathe. To be continued…

A calm voice that soothes all her aches and sorrows away. That sweet voice made her entire being messed up as she widened in shock. Maybe it was wide, both in shock and confusion, but one thing is clear. This is the voice she has been trying to hear for the last few years, and right now, she doesn't even know what emotions marred her face as she laid her legs flat on the floor. “Selene” She heard it again.

she says but I can hear the catch in her voice “Don’t I?” I murmur

Her voice was chilling, like it came from hell. "I want one of your legs!"

That's what she said. I had no idea if I was more surprised by the fact that she spoke or the sound of her voice. Although barely above a whisper, it was warm like the first rays of the morning sun after a cold, dreadful night, with underlying passion woven into every syllable. My lips parted. How could a voice so warm also hold a silky promise of brazen pleasure? Fuck, I knew she was going to be trouble from the moment I laid eyes on her, but I was just realizing how much. Her voice was like a shot of dopamine into my veins, sending a stream of excitement down my spine.

I was gazing at her, and when she parted her lips, she started to sing. Her voice radiated cool and relaxing energy, a whisper-like tone that was so full of emotions. The song almost sounded like a lullaby, and I could feel myself swaying a bit, along with the rhythm of her voice. It was captivating, and it almost felt like a siren captivating your attention. Her voice seemed like serenading, and it was cold, smooth, and tender. I'd never thought 'Can't Help Falling In Love' by Elvis Presley would sound any better, not until I heard Emma sing it.

'Where is she going to stay? 'In my room, that way, you won't have to kill me,' Viona said calmly, the blonde speaks calmer than her. Viona's voice was beautifully soft, the kind of light soft that gives you butterflies in your stomach. Her voice obviously pulled crowds and could calm the angriest heart. She literally put the silk in silky voice. Imagine a bowl of silky velvet cinnamon and caramel mixture that gives a melodious rhythm with every single stir. That's what it sounded like to me.

But patience was never my strongest suit, especially when it comes to things — or people — I want. Fifth ring. And then... “...Hello?” Her voice. Soft, but firm. Yet beneath that composure, I hear something else... hesitation, like she is not sure as if she was supposed to answer this call. The world narrows to just that sound... her voice. For a second, everything in me stills. Breathing, thought, heartbeat... gone. The sound of her is a match struck in darkness, burning through every shadow that’s been haunting me since she walked away.