Voice In Literature Examples Novels & Stories

Whispers! What else could drive a man to do things so inhuman? Whispers! The same voice that tells you to have breakfast in the morning. The same voice that tells you to kiss your wife before going to work each day. Whispers—it’s the same voice that tells you to read bedtime stories to your love ones and kiss their forehead goodnight, it's the same voice that tells you to stalk your ex-lover. The voice had ask Jones to take the final step to his plan. The plan crafted inside him. Jones, Paul, was the vessel and his head—the voice resided.

The question is a fierce, uncontained energy, a sharp, vivid force that fills the space with life and the thrill of risk and discovery. Gabriel’s voice cuts through the noise, a low, fierce presence that fills the air with life and the thrill of the unknown. "This changes nothing!" he shouts. His words are a bright, living energy, a sharp, uncontained force that fills the space with life and the thrill of authority.

Their voices filled the air like thunder across the sky, disrupting everywhere. I froze. The way they spoke was like thunder. It was not just noise—it was anger, and strong enough with lots of emotions. I couldn’t hear every single word clearly, but I caught enough to understand. Daniel’s voice was hard, filled with warning. Blake’s voice was louder, bold and full of fire. My heart pounded in my chest as their words sank into me like pieces of broken glass.

’ I shiver when a speedy, bloodless breeze hits my moist body. I shake my head when I hear a voice, as if calling me from the bottom of his heart. I closed my ear with my palms. No, I don’t prefer to hear anything from anyone. I have no one. But when I cling to my hand, I heard the same voice once more. And my heart knows. A voice that pricked my coronary heart till it bled. Taking a sip of my espresso, I look around the lovely, vibrant landscape with stunning plant life until my eyesight goes.

Darkness seemed to gobble the sound of my voice, as if it were a vast empty void, trying to absorb every droplet of energy from my voice. Jacob had an urgent tone in his voice. Joseph, however, wanted things to be done immediately."Let's settle with him, ma, then we can grab a drink and hand him to the corps," he snapped, and it came tumbling out in such a rush as if he could hardly wait to commence. His voice was a pulse of electricity injected into the very air around us, seeming to charge it toward action.

As if my head were banged to the ground, harshly squeeze like a hard-boiled egg. Numerous gasped were heard with lots of words but the only sentences I can make out as if a mute whisper were only, "How dare she touch her?." "That stink rag ask for it!." Before a harsh heavy thud on my nose, it pounded straight to my head, making my head dizzy, everything was silent as my head only can wrap around the pain. I tried to breathe in but some fluid make it harder as if I was trying to take a deep breath in water. It gives a deep pang in my head, somehow I was aware of every pounding of my veins before another harsh kick landed on her ribs.

**He's lying. "No, I really mean it. It's not his voice." ~~You don't have to be so nice. It's his voice, isn't it.~~ "It's really not... you're not listening!" His yell seemed to be the last cut on the thread, Kyle's eyes grew teary and he felt a part of his heart break as Kyle took a step back. **It is his voice. I don't have mine. I gave up my voice to save him.** What?

That's Lucian's voice. "Your appearance sometimes is your best disguise." Vincent's voice. "Take my hand, Louisa. And all of your misery will be over!" That's death's voice. All the voices mixed and clashed in my mind, getting louder and louder. Finally, all the voices faded away and there was only one calm and steady voice left. "Open your eyes, Louisa." That's my wolf's voice. I used all my strength to open my eyes and striking light was pouring into my view.

The murmur of voices, once a gentle background hum, escalated into a cacophony of excited whispers and hushed gossip. "Quiet!" Roland's voice, sharp and commanding, cut through the din like a sword. The library fell silent instantly, the whispers and murmurs evaporating as if they had never been. His soldiers, alerted by the sudden disturbance, exchanged uneasy glances before filing out of the library to investigate the source of the commotion. Roland, his curiosity piqued, closed the book with a soft thud, placing it carefully back on the shelf. He couldn't shake the feeling that something significant was afoot. He followed his soldiers out into the bustling courtyard, his gaze sweeping ove

John whispered aloud, his voice scarcely audible in the profound stillness of the night, a question that had been gnawing at his thoughts ever since the voice had initially revealed itself. "I am a part of you," the voice replied, its words echoing through the labyrinth of his thoughts. "I can be your salvation, your escape from this nightmare, but you must grant me access and accept me completely. Let me in, John." The voice's plea held an undeniable earnestness, resonating with a subtle, irresistible pull, tugging at John's curiosity and fear in equal measure.