Voice In My Head Book Novels & Stories

Slowly, I brought my hands to my face and realized my nails had grown into something that could easily be classified as a weapon. The muffed scream that left me surprised me mainly because it was my own hand that slapped over my mouth to silence me. I didn’t do it. “I did. Stop freaking out, you need to finish what you started before those morons realize they brought in the very monster they were hunting,” the voice scoffed as if it was annoyed by me. I couldn’t understand why all of a sudden there was a voice in my head and most of all - why it felt like it had the right to scold me.

I needed to give it my own piece of mind. “It's either you are naturally rude or…” I paused, Something was not right. The voice had spoken in my head… like my fucking head, How was it even possible?... my thoughts trailed off, as dread settled in. Something was inside my head, a voice. it was not from the outside. nor in the room, No... it was inside me. Impossible, I jolted, my limbs screamed in pain, but I paid it no attention. Panic burned in my chest like hot fire. My mind screaming in disbelief.

“Back the fuck up, you are what?” “I keep hearing this voice inside my head, but only sometimes.” “And what exactly is this voice saying? And when did it start?” “I don’t remember, do you think I’m becoming one of the flawed?” Anger rose from deep inside of me and I felt it pooling at my fingertips, I looked down and it looked like blue electricity was shooting out from them. And then I heard the voice again. We are not shadow users Charlee, we are one, and we are good. I jumped at the voice inside my head again.

I Could feel the chills run down my spine as I thought about bwhat had happened before I passed out . the alpha was able to cut off my hair making me know that his really powerful . "How long had she been sleeping ,I thought you said that she would be awake In the next few hours "I heard someone say . my head's snapped at the voice . I knew that I could be hearing things. that voice was just like that of cate , but I think that she died ,do how am I being able to heart the voice of a dead person

No excuse. “I have something to tell you.” Ronan did not move. But all of him sharpened. Not in fear. Not in alarm. Just attention. Full and immediate. “Alright,” he said. My heart started beating too fast. Ridiculous. I knew this man. He had held me through things worse than words. He had stood between me and an entire pack. He had looked at things growing out of me and still reached with open hands. Still, I felt nervous. “Yesterday,” I said slowly, “I heard a voice in my head.” He stayed quiet.

“You have four mates, although the fourth isn’t here tonight. I wonder who he could be…” I clenched my teeth. “You can hear my thoughts?” I whispered under my breath, my voice lost below the noise. The voice in my mind hummed in response. “We are one. I am your thoughts. Also, you don’t need to speak out loud to speak to me. Might save you some trouble in the future.” This was fucking insanity. I didn’t want another presence in my mind, let alone the presence of an animal. “That’s not very nice.” “Get out of my HEAD!”

“Only you have the power to make that happen.” A cold shock rushed through my entire body as I realized something was terribly wrong. The voice hadn’t come through the air. It hadn’t entered my ears like a normal sound. Instead, it was coming from deep inside my own head. It felt as if someone else was sitting inside my mind, using my own brain to speak directly to me without even opening their mouth. “I asked you a question!” I screamed, grabbing my head with both hands as anger and fear overwhelmed me. “WHO ARE YOU?!”

She heard echoing voices inside her head shouting for help and screaming in pain. The book fell on the floor while she couldn’t manage to rid off the blatant voices coming repeatedly inside her head. There it was a sudden flickering of her lampshade with her shivering body that only knows nothing after reappearing the execution to her father in her mind. It was unbearable that she absolutely lose all the power to get up, but then she tried to fit in and listen with unequal complaints of people that are mostly told to be living a poorest state.

I told the voice in my head. I probably shouldn’t be so distracted by the voice in my head, being that I had four other men moving at me all at once. Oddly enough though, it was almost as if I could do this with both my hands tied behind my back. My body moved on its own, without me needing to tell it what to do. “Oh sweetheart, you don’t see it do you?” The voice spoke again, this time I could hear the disenchantment in it. “I don’t even know what the hell is going on.” I replied.

That deep, unhurried baritone that carried across the space without him having to raise it even slightly, the voice that I had thought about more times than I was going to admit during the twenty-four hours he had spent not using it to contact me, and it hit me the way it always did, right in the center of my chest and then everywhere else in rapid succession. My brain stopped producing coherent output for approximately four seconds. Around me the crowd reacted and I heard it distantly, like something happening in a room adjacent to the one I was standing in. "Oh my god his voice…" "Who is Firefly? Who is she? I need to know!" "If he used that voice on me I would simply pass away." I scoffed