روايات وقصص ضمن The Voice Of Enigma

The voice made me curious to know what kind of face could be put on such a sad voice, I couldn't picture it. "Who is it?" I asked. Sandra shot her head to look at me, surprised. "Are you living under a rock?" I glared. Was this singer really that famous for me to have to hear such an insult at not being able to recognise her voice? "It's Ines Agua. People call her a siren purely based off how emotional her voice is, she's able to enchant anyone with only a few notes of her voice. But she's trouble, apparently."

Noah steps back, leaning his back against the closed office door, burying his face in his hands. I press the phone to my ear. "Dad?" "Tell me it's an AI voice generation," The man says. There was no greeting. No 'are you okay.' His voice is just cold. "Tell me right now, Enzo, that the audio circulating on the internet is a deepfake." "It's not," I say softly. "It's... it's my voice, Dad. It was a private conversation in Noah's living room last night."

But what annoys me the most is he tries to twist the story every damn time. All this anger from losing my cool at the race and the gala earlier made me forget to take my enigma suppressant medicine. Yes, I am a rare type, an enigma. When the ABO genomes were first discovered, they continued living in humans but it was found that seeing an enigma was almost impossible. The last one died years ago after he was being hunted down for research. Enigmas are extremely powerful and too smart. My parents have been suppressing me since from childhood , so I am not as powerful as I could be. My pheromones could kill ordinary humans if I do not control them. I never sleep with anyone because only one pe

We wouldn’t call Astrid an alpha. “That’s good for alpha Isaac,” she added. I looked at her questioningly. She laughed nervously, averting her gaze. But my gaze remained unwavering. “Uh…he is actually not an alpha…” she trailed off, her gaze darting towards me. “What?” “I…shouldn’t be divulging this, but since you are..” she seemed reluctant, but the more she stalled, the more my curiosity heightened. She took a deep breath. “Anyway. He is actually an Enigma.”

He was replying and agreeing with the first person(whom I assumed as a member of the royal family) in a very respectful way and with brief answers. I was about to peek from behind the wall when Ben talked via mind-link, “No Milady. Don’t even try to peek. If you can even try to hold your breath.” I asked with an extremely confused expression, via mind link, “What do you mean? Do you know them?” “Yes I know one of them,” Ben replied. Then after a little, he replied again, “He is none other than Cyrus himself. I can recognize his voice. But no idea about the other person. His voice is-”