Novel & Cerita The Voice In Your Head

Immediately he leaves, my demons welcome me to their cold embrace, the unclean spirits in my head. What was I going to do to make 500,000? As I think about it, my soul basks in uncertainty and confusion. I hear voices in my head. They talk to me. I understand. They talk to me. “If he doesn’t give you, go take it by force.” I pick up the gun and march to the door with determination. No… this isn’t me. I need to do better. Walking out of the room, sorrow embraces me like a mother to her suckling child.

a voice purred in my head. What was that? How come there's another voice in my head? A voice that sounds so real.

‘Don't worry, it's not Dante at all,’ the voice replied. I don't understand what's happening or why it has to be like this—two voices inside my head speaking as if they're conversing with each other. Whoever said, "Leaving for Good," isn't Dante. It's the voice inside my head speaking as if two people are residing there. ‘Why are you so scared, Vinorca? Chill out,” came a response inside my head, shocking me. I'm certain that I'm not talking to myself. Someone is inside my head, and there are two distinct tones and pitches I can hear. But who are they? My wolf?

he said, shaking his long head as he began to turn away again. “What was a dream? Tell me about it.” He paused once again and thought about how to say this. “There was a voice,” he began. “In my head. It was some female telling me to do some pretty fucked up shit. Things I didn’t want to do. I have no idea who she was. But it doesn’t really matter because it never happened. As I said, it was a dream.” The voice in his mind was a woman? Could it have been the woman in the red cloak?

I swear, I could almost point my finger on who it was. “How do you know he's not that cute?" I repeated, “you haven't seen him?" “Your mind paints quite the picture princess." I furrowed my brows at that. “Who are you?" I asked. “You'll find out soon enough. If I tell you now, it might scare you off." I have officially lost my mind. I'm having a conversation with the voice in my head. When most people hear voices in their head, they see a therapist, here I am conversing with mine.

Like a door in my head had been left open. “You are awake.” My breath hitched. The voice wasn’t loud. It wasn’t even clear. It brushed the inside of my mind like a thought that didn’t belong to me. “Hello?” I whispered, my fingers curling into the sheets. Nothing. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to calm my racing heart. I had hit my head and passed out. Hallucinations were normal. That was all this was. Do not fear it. My eyes flew open. The voice was closer now, familiar in a way that made my chest ache.

But something shifted within him. His ears started to buzz and a sudden tightness on his chest followed. At first, the buzzing was soft and low like background noise until it grew louder. Like a pressure building in his head. He froze. His eyes began to dart around like he didn't recognize the room anymore. Then, there came the voice in his head—the one filled with mockery, pain, guilt, and raw sadness. 'Help....' Lucas staggered backwards while shaking his head. "No, no, no...." He whispered as if trying to push the voice buried deep inside his head.

I pressed my hand against my chest. "Who are you?" I whispered. Kael looked confused. "Elara?" I took a slow breath. "I think... the voice is in my head." Silence fell between us. Kael studied my face. "You're serious." "Yeah." He didn't laugh. He didn't dismiss it either. Instead, he crossed his arms and thought for a moment. "Tell me exactly what you hear." Before I could answer, the voice spoke again. Clearer this time. I am yours.

I turned to Killian, my breath still uneven. His eyes were back to being cold and unreadable. "Celeste," the whispering voice returned and I quickly turned back to see no one. Get out of my head. A screeching sound grew in my head, and I panicked. “It's coming for you!” The voice screeched. “Who's there?” I murmured, looking around but there was no one. “It's all in your head. You're just stressed,” I repeated, shivering as I fought the voice in my head.

Feels the tremor running through its massive frame. And then I hear it. A voice in my head—not my thoughts, something older, deeper—pressing against my consciousness like a tide I can't hold back. A single word. Mate.