Voice Novels & Stories

( All of a sudden I heard a muffled voice talking in the background. ???: Layla. What the fuck are you doing?!!! {I was confused for a moment as to who was talking and then I finally placed the voice} Layla: Billy? Is that you? { I looked up and noticed all my friends looking at me in concern. Leo motioned for me to hand him the phone but I shook my head no} Billy: I'll repeat my question, what the fuck are you doing? Layla: None of your Goddamn business.

A pack member shouldn’t be scared of his leader; he should respect them I walk over to the corner where all the wolves were hanging out. “ I heard that the vampire crown prince killed a werewolf once, “ I heard a wolf whisper. Ethan’s head turned at his title. It was true vampires could hear a mile away. He headed over to us. His movement was tense. “ Excuse me, “ he said reaching for one of the beers. “ Isn’t it like impossible for vampires to get drunk, “ Joline said very tipsily.

he slammed the heel of his leather-clad palm on the steering wheel with a snarl. "What are you talking about." Ace fished out his phone, used the facial reconstruction to unlock it, and then handed it to me. It was already opened to a video that began playing. I recognized the setting immediately. It was another frat party in the same house I had been in. Red and blue solo cups were strewn across the cream carpets that held unknown stains — I didn't even want to know what those stains were.

She shrugged, “You got the body.” She remarked, “It would be an extra gift that’ll keep his jaw on the ground.” Her brow moved up, “Add some strawberries and wine. I think I’d do ya too.” Her words weren’t wrong… I smiled at her until I heard my phone ring. I sighed, looking down at the phone. More work. I pulled it up, seeing it was my manager. I put it to my ear, “Hello? Oliver, what’s up?”

“So, is it true?” He falters for a moment, not replying for a long stretch of silence. He should have assumed this conversation would be brought up eventually. I just can’t wrap my head around why he would not want to be honest with me. Especially about something like this. I hate how secretive he is. He sighs, the sound coming through the phone. “The dream? Yes, it was a projection of a past memory-“ “No. Are we mates?” I cut him off.

"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."

With a heavy heart, he locked himself in the room and didn't get out. Ace laid on his bed, staring at the white ceiling with an empty mind. He suddenly felt the rustle of his bed. Ace looked to his right, where his second pillow is stationed. "hi, " the boy that laid down on his right side waved and smiled brightly at him. White hair and dark green eyes. " Who are you?" Ace whispered to the boy in front of him and frowned. " I'm Oren,"

She grabbed her new phone and turned on the audio recorder. After she dialed the unregistered number, the other line started ringing. Two rings. Three rings. Four. Five. "Ciao, Via. Come sta?" Darn it. It was actually him. The deep voice and familiar accent were enough proof. Veronica cleared her throat and budged in her seat. The call was on speaker mode now. Every single word he would say would be recorded without his knowledge. Payback. "Hi. Did you expect me to call?"

, Ryan said to himself. A few minutes later, Ryan received a call from an unknown number. " Bold speaking ! " , he said. « So, did you like my little gift? », the voice behind the phone said. That person who was speaking was using a voice modifier so the lieutenant Bold can’t recognize his voice. « Who are you ? And what the he*l do you want from me ?», he asked with a raised tone « Always as direct as I can see », the voice said. « Do I know you? », Ryan asked.

I could still feel the vibration. On the second day, I talked to myself. Just muttering. “The fire needs another log.” “It’s getting dark earlier.” It was the only way to prove I still had a voice. Sunday night, 9 PM. My hands were slick with sweat. I picked up the heavy satellite phone, pressed the button. It rang once. A voice answered, male, neutral, devoid of any identifying quality. “Go ahead.” “Cloud Cover,” I said, my tongue thick.