Vocaloid Crack Novels & Stories

THE CRACK... "Why are we really here?" Felan asked, crossing her arms. "For this." Pauly answered her, moving her hands in a wide open motion. "This dam. It has started cracking and all of the professionals we have asked to come out, tell us it can't be fix. The crack has recently gotten bigger and if the crack reaches the water it will break." Pauly said, pausing to gather her thoughts and emotions.

The reaction was a Symmetry-Crash. The indigo-black silk didn't just tear; it Rottened. The "Perfect" music turned into the raw, prehistoric roar of the North. The porcelain-weaver shrieked as his four arms were shattered by the "Ugly" truth of a love that was built on Choice, not Destiny. "ERROR," the voice of the First Luna shrieked from the top of the silk-cathedral. "MATE-BOND IS UN-VERIFIED. THE SYMMETRY-TRAP IS VOIDED".

My pussy throbs as Alex’s sexy voice comes through the speaker. “Arabella?” Good lord. His voice is small. And strained. He’s still touching himself. “I’m right here. “ I respond as I fall back on my bed, thighs pressed together. “You’re a very naughty girl. Do you realize that?” “I’ve done nothing. “ “Oh, you’ve done something. Telling me you have those clothes on right after I told you I wanted to fuck you in them. “ He sounds so hot. Does he always sound this hot over the phone or is it because he’s pleasuring himself and he’s talking slowly and lowly?

He just realize that and put it on a speaker instead. I heard the other line laugh and I thought this is it, I’m going to have a clue who’s the mastermind of my suffering but instead the voice is this effect on it for me to hardly distinguish who this person is… he’s smart and that’s fucked up for me. “I knew the moment you talk, that it’s you Ana, or is it Tasha? I heard people calling you that.” “Who the fuck are you?! Show yourself, or I’m going to find you myself.”

My voice cracked. “We’ll never know that unless we—” The sound of glass shattering filled our ears. I raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Don’t worry, it’s the neighbour next door, He’s always either breaking stuff or yelling at someone, it can be really annoying sometimes.” Jared muttered and his lios pursed in a line for the millionth time that day. “I’ll go check it out to ensure it’s not something serious though.” He added as he stood up and walked out the door,

Douchbag. "Hey...!" I was called back from the circle of thoughts by that husky voice which now sounded like it was ringing inside a deep tumbler. What's wrong? Is he injured too? I opened my mouth to talk but my tongue rolled up and no words came out. I tried hard before my eyes went black but seriously I couldn't talk anymore. "Hey, listen to me," "Hey..." "Hey, Juliette... Hey, listen..." That's it. That was all that I heard from him. I mean before I crashed on a soft surface in front of me. A delicious scent covered my nostrils until my mind shut its processing unit completely.

CRACKLE. A sharp, violent spark of violet-black static hissed from the back of the baby's neck. The electronic tracking chip couldn't handle the raw, concentrated frequency of a fated mate soul-resonance. The sheer magical voltage of our combined bloodlines fried the internal circuitry of the device in a microsecond. The red light permanently died. The synthetic countdown voice glitched into a soft, fading hiss. WAAAAAH!

, said Massa. Cocci sighed. “I didn’t mean it. Any of it”. At least he has stopped pretending. “You didn’t mean to do it? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” “I never meant to hurt you Crinka but there;s this voice in my head that keeps telling me to eliminate you. Sometimes I give in to the pressure and shit happens”. I laugh. “You’ve got to be shitting me. Do I look like some kind of joke huh?” “I’m sorry if my comment had implied such Crinka, but you must know that I am saying the truth. The voice is fucking persistent”.

Every crack in the world. A thousand voices screamed in unison, and the sky split open. This wasn’t the battle. This was the beginning

—The Whisper in the Crack The voice echoed from within the glowing fracture in the floor—soft, ethereal, unearthly. It wasn’t Sebastian. It wasn’t Killian. And it certainly wasn’t a part of the illusion. “Selene… wake up. It’s not just your mind they’re after—it’s your soul.”