روايات وقصص ضمن Voice In My Head Board Game

Gabriel POV I blink. How on earth does she know that? And as if she can read my mind, she splashes some water on me. "It's easy to read you, Gabriel. Let's start the game." Last time I checked, I'm an excellent poker player. I rub my face to clean my head from 'inappropriate fantasy' like she said. "Okay. What do you want to play?" "The game is called past tense." "Past tense?" "Yes. We're going to talk about our past. So it's called past tense."

There was still something that I needed to tackle and right now I am so eager to do it. “Hey, voice in my head,” I say, trying hard not to be heard by either Adam or mother. I’m sure they might have heard a bit of my initial conversation because I had been a little loud. ‘You know you could talk to me without the whole household knowing about it,’ was what the voice tells me in a sort of mockery way. “And how do I do that?” ‘By using your head. Try to communicate with me with your thoughts and you will see that it works because I am in you and will be able to process what you are thinking,’

"Lila, you’re back? What happened? Got caught in the rain?" I ignored her and walked straight to my wardrobe to grab clean clothes for a shower. Rachel’s tone snapped, sharp with offense, "Lila! I’m talking to you! Why aren’t you answering?" I kept sorting through my clothes as if she weren’t there. She slammed her hand on the desk, stormed over, and smacked me hard on the back. "I’m talking to you, Lila!" My reflexes kicked in. I swung back, but my hand landed across her face instead.

I feel pressed. As I struggle down from the bed to my feet, my head accidentally hits the headboard. Isabella! Lily's voice resounds in my head. I shake my head and put my fingers into my ears, attempting to block out the sound, but it only grows louder; it multiplies. I hear different voices, calling me Isabella, Izzy. I close my eyes while holding my head tightly at either side of it.

“The mirrors remember their victims.” I don’t respond. I don’t know what to say. When we finally step into the corridor, the door seals behind us with a sound like a sigh. Liora leans against the wall, trembling. “I can still hear him,” she whispers. “In my head.” Kael glances at me. “That’s not him. It’s the Game replaying the echo. It wants to break you next.” I swallow hard. “And what about you? Are you immune?”

"Why didn't you tell me about your problem on day one? I would have spoken louder. I wou-" She shook her head. "That's not n-necessary." "Why isn't it?" "T-t-there's something in y-your voice," she stammered nervously as she gently tugged at her fingers. "In my voice?" She nodded again. "It's h-hard to ignore." "I don't understand where you're going with this." "Your voice," she looked down as a light blush stained her cheeks, "is the only voice that I can hear perfectly."

A voice, soft but clear, echoing in my head. "Welcome to the palace, Hera," it whispered, sending a chill down my spine. I sat up, heart racing, eyes scanning the empty room. The voice wasn’t coming from outside—it was inside my mind. There was something authoritative about the voice, something final. Like whoever it belonged to couldn’t be questioned, like their words were final. "I hope you're ready. The game of hide and seek begins now."

Hе dіd that tо me. I саn vаguеlу hear the dооrmаn’ѕ voice. Hе’ѕ tоuсhіng my ѕhоuldеr but I’m not thеrе. I’m bасk in the gаmеѕ rооm. It’s thе nіght thе аbuѕе hарреnеd.

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.

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.