روايات وقصص ضمن The Voice In My Head Book

It was a sensation unlike any he had ever experienced before—like waves of light and sound merging to form a symphony of understanding. As the process unfolded, Danial's headache intensified, and he instinctively reached up to his temples, his fingers gripping his hair. It was as if his mind was being stretched and expanded to accommodate the influx of new information. The words of the book became more than just words; they were threads of knowledge weaving themselves into the fabric of his being.

Iliana’s POV: I was lost in the world of fiction when my own world slowed down to a sudden halt. I was getting that feeling. Again. For the hundredth time now. Hair on the nape of my neck stood taller as my breathing became shallow. I clutched the book in my hands as if it were my only anchor. ‘It’s nothing. It’s just in your head.’ I chanted the mantra repeatedly, even though I knew it wasn’t only in my head. I wasn’t crazy. No matter what the police said, I couldn’t be paranoid enough to imagine the same horrifying thing again and again.

Hadn’t the voice in my dream said… “Wake me up” It did, but what does that have to do with me? The enigma was definitely not me, I didn’t have any power or strength to even save myself from my current situation, talk less of a Great War. And about my heat, was I going crazy and feeling things I’d never felt before? What do I have to do with this terrifying story? I started feeling the headache grow bigger and bigger and the book slipped in my hand and fell. I leaned into the shelf pressing my hand on my head and taking a deep breath till it reduced. It was when I tried to bend to grab the book that I felt it.

I started hating them for making me feel like a failure. I didn’t hear the voice after that. Sometimes I feel that the voice was just my imagination. That voice bred such intense curiosity within me that I was dying to decipher the contents of the book too. My heart came into my mouth when I heard that same spooky voice in my head.‘Liam, come to me………’ I gripped the edge of the sofa. I didn’t want to listen to it this time. I didn’t want to be a slave of a voice that didn’t even have a form.

The table clattered with every thrust into her, and more items spewed to the floor. “Yes…” Heather screamed and I stood there in shock, just watching. I’m not sure how many seconds or minutes I stood there but the moment Heather’s eyes met mine, I felt my headache increase. Heather smiled at me and increased her moaning. My whole body felt like it was on fire and then I started hearing the voice in my head again. It wasn’t my wolf. It was that same voice. It was trying to say something to me, but I never made any meaning out of it.

"Liana! I called you so many times. What's the point of having a phone if you don't use it? Seriously, why are you always like this?" I blinked groggily at my screen, the missed calls glaring back at me. "I wasn't feeling well. Just wanted to rest for a bit." "A headache?" he scoffed. Then, as if catching himself, he added, "You're always overthinking stuff. That's probably why you're spiraling." I knew what he was really saying—he thought my "tumor" symptoms were ramping up. When I stayed quiet, he sank onto the couch next to me, loosening his tie. "Had dinner with a client tonight. Heard something wild.

I WALKED… I ran… occasionally, I looked behind me. There was this voice inside my head that told me to run and never stop. It said those pale-white creatures shouldn’t get a taste of my blood. I must save myself… The voice echoed everywhere I went, and it wouldn’t stop telling me to run. I had no idea where that voice was coming from. All I knew was that… my body followed the voice’s command.

One look and it's obvious the answer is B. At the very next second, I heard a voice in my head. [This may seem like an easy question, but it's a trap. A lot of people will pick B by mistake, but the correct answer is C.] Immediately after, the sound of pencils scratching on paper filled the room. Many students were filling in their answers, and from the looks of it, they all chose C. I kept my eyes fixed on Yvonne Goff's hand. She, the campus belle, sat diagonally in front of me. And sure enough, I saw her filling out the answer as B. After setting her pencil down, she smirked smugly.

"Leaving so soon?" I heard someone say through gritted teeth, which caused a horde of emotions to rampage through my brain nonstop. Unable to figure out what was going on, I talked to the voice inside my head, in hopes of receiving a positive response. However, I wasn't truly ready for my life to come crashing down again. Who is talking to me? Their voice is familiar. Where did I hear it before? I wondered while trying to calm my rapidly beating heart down.

And the silence in his head was gone. The buzzing was back. But this time... it wasn't just static. It was a voice. Finally, the Void whispered in his mind. I missed you. End of Chapter 34