The Voice Of The Hero นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My words echoed around me before they tapered off into nothingness. “It would suck less if you just gave in to the pain.” A voice said. I couldn’t help the scream that escaped my lips, and when I looked around me, I couldn’t see anyone. “Who’s there? And where am I?” I shout, hearing the nervousness in my voice made me cringe. “In my playground.” The voice chuckled. “Are you going to tell me who you are?” “Hmm, not sure that I want to. No one ever appreciates my presence. Well, Morrigan did, but no one else has.” The voice said with a noticeable pout to the tone.

Nicholas said still staring at me. I wrinkled my face at him. "Really?" "What?" "That's such a cheesy line and I've read it in too many romance novels to know what it means." | said and that seemed to have Nicholas interest because he sat up from the bed. "Oh yeah, what does it mean?” Nicholas asked with a smirk. I rolled my eyes at his piqued interest. "The hero says something like that to the heroine and she momentarily forgets herself. Before you know it, they are making sex memories."

News really have its way to fly and spread like a wildfire. Hero suddenly shifted his grip on my wrist to a wrap on my shoulder, pulling me closer to his chest. Dazed of how he protects Alyana, I looked up at him, his gaze pasted to everyone was so plain, I can't even read any emotion on them. "They are asshole---" "Shhh, they're here" Hero gave them a threatening look which, in an instant, suppressed the talking. Notice that shift of attitude? Fantastic! Note the sarcasm, please.

It said: I am pleased with your progress. You have grown and appear to be making much wiser decisions. I asked: But what about all those voices, they did horrible things didn't they? The voice replied: It is not my place to comment. You were challenging the course of nature before and now you are accepting the natural environment around you. Now you appear to have moved past that and are not challenging it. You are progressing. I asked: How do you know all this? Where are you? Can I meet you?

"I was making Dua after offering the prayer when I read your message. I got devasted. You are the only person I talk to. I would die with despair if you stop talking to me." The voice note kept on playing again and again. The heavy rain was pouring outside. The thunder was rumbling. The window of the room was open and curtains were flying back and forth creating a strange sound in the quietness of the room. "I was making Dua ---" the voice note started playing once again when Yara angrily threw her phone away and the voice stopped.

Haadi cooed in a soft voice but her words only seemed to make me weep harder. "I—I—I—didn't—I don't have—anyone else—but Allah—Haadi—what do—I—do? Haadi—I am so—scared—Allah hates—me—" My voice cracked with uncontrollable tears but I thought my heart would break with grief before I could find an answer to that.

"Do you know what is common in every hero out there in every superhero story? Their selflessness. The courage to lay their lives for the safety of humanity . To only remain in the pages of history and in our hearts for eternity." .............................................. Vera's pov "I lov-" He doesn't wait for my reply,he doesn't let me complete my sentence. Nearly pushing me back he turns his back from me. I feel hurt,missing the sparks instantly. I wanted to tell him.

Who could tell you were sleeping! I am one without knowing anything. I am in this place. Hmmm... I don't know. When I am tired I will sleep. I read many novels and comics. Whenever the hero here's the system voice. It will give him the power or it will give some tasks to do. First of all, I am not the system voice. I am just the voice and I was sent there to help you out. what is the difference between the voice and the system voice? That is a good question listen to it.

" I opened my mouth, but not a single syllable came out. What was I supposed to say? Was I supposed to tell him that the heart was sitting on a tray in an interrogation room, already reduced to a discolored piece of dead tissue? "Dr. Hooper…" My voice trembled. "The heart… It's already…" I couldn't finish. I covered my face and broke down sobbing. The other end of the line went dead silent for a long time. So long that I thought the call had dropped. Then, Oscar spoke, his voice tightly strained. "Conner, do you have any idea who this recipient is? Do you know how long the entire hospital has been preparing for this surgery? Do you know—"