The Sound Of Her Voice นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Her eyes search mine, and she takes a step back. “Mason…” she breathes. That voice. Shit. When did she start sounding like that? Like silk and thunder rolled into one. The sweetness in it is maddening. Erotic. Dangerous. It’s the kind of sound that makes a man want to sin. Makes me want to devour all of her. I clench my jaw, holding myself still when all I want to do is pounce on her. In my mind, I am already imagining myself putting her on the table and slamming my hard cock into her until she faints.

I lean close to catch the sound. ‎ ‎“It was…” Her voice is faint, barely there. “…Kyle.” ‎ ‎And then her eyes slid shut again. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

The shadows consuming her from the inside out. Her mouth opened. A sound emerged that wasn't quite a scream. More like the echo of one, heard from the bottom of a very deep well. Then, silence.

"Greetings, Your Highness." When she heard their voices, her brow furrowed. It sounded familiar, as if she had heard it before from someone else. She tried to recall any encounters with people who sounded similar to the voice. When she tried to imagine it was Cassie's voice, she discovered it was her own. However, when she tried Julia's, she discovered that it also matched Julia's voice.

It was a sound that stirred something deep within his soul, a voice that had once been his anchor and had become, in her absence, a ghost he could never silence. In that fleeting moment, the air around him felt thinner, the ground more distant. Her voice did not merely echo in his ear—it resonated through every fiber of his being. It was the voice he had replayed in dreams and daydreams alike, a melody of memory that had haunted him for nearly a decade. He closed his eyes. It was her. And the world, for one breathless moment, stood utterly still. On the other side of the line, the voice she spoke with—just a single word, “Hello?”—was intended to be casual, instinctive. But as the silence lin

She whispered in a trembling voice, almost sounding like she was gonna cry. ------

she whispered, not quite believing it. Her voice came out hoarse. Thin. The realization settled over her slowly, like fresh snow. She had called wind into new paths. Persuaded stone to lift, just enough. Bent a mountain’s shed skin. A wild sound bubbled in her throat. Half laugh. Half sob. She let it out, sharp and brief. The sound carried oddly in the thin air, snatched and scattered by the lingering breeze. “Stormcaller,” a familiar voice murmured inside her skull and bones.

“Nothing at all.” “But you just said—” “Did your voice always sound this pleasant?” I cut her off, my own voice dropping into a low, gravelly hum. I heard her breath hitch. It was a tiny sound, but through the phone, it felt like she was breathing directly against my skin. “I… I don’t know what you mean.” “It’s soft, like a melody,” I whispered, closing my eyes and picturing her sitting next to me with that wide, radiant smile she tried not to show. “I could listen to it all day.”

It was like everything was falling into place. The lights dimmed as the music began to play, and suddenly, Sophie opened her mouth. Her voice—so pure, so angelic—poured over the audience like a soft rain, filling the space. The chatter in the room ceased instantly. There was only her voice, a sound so delicate, so powerful, it commanded every ounce of attention.

Just then she hears a voice, “Hey baby” That same voice has been coming to her, and every time she hears the voice , it's so soothing and comforting. Each time she hears the voice she stands up to look for the voice, she follows the voice hoping it will lead her out, but each time she gets to where the light is, there's something that's always stopping her. And once the voice stops talking, the light goes off until the voice talks again. She's tired of being in the dark. She wanted to leave here so desperately so when she heard a voice speak again she followed it.