Voice Of Snapped Novels & Stories

As Daniel stared at the surveillance video, scrubbing the timeline back and forth, his brows knitted into a knot. "How strange. There's nobody." My heart, which had been in my throat, eased up a little. "Eloise." A voice crackling with static reached my ear. "It's me, the security camera! I'm the sharpest eye in the whole company. The moment you snuck in, I turned myself off. I didn't open my eyes again until you came out, so don't worry."

The biting, sarcastic voice of my fiancee, Madison Hodge, rang out once more. "Can you stop eating? I can see your double chin already. Do you seriously expect me to marry you when you look as fat and ugly as a pig? I'm warning you. If you don't get your weight down to 140 pounds, you can forget about us getting married!" I stared at my reflection in the mirror, having just gotten over the shock of hearing my cat, Furball's, thoughts.

I’m afraid that saying them out loud would break the only connection we have left. ​I guess this is what they call it. This is the quiet, heavy reality of UNSPOKEN LOVE.

I channeled every moment of our shared life, every ounce of my will, every fragment of love I still carried for him into the grip I had on him. My voice cracked as I screamed, "FENRIR! SNAP OUT OF IT!"

"Call the cops! That kid isn't safe with her!" I didn't react. "Draw blood." Wesley slapped me across the face. "You're hopeless!" My cheek swelled on the spot. I tasted blood at the corner of my mouth. I covered my face, eyes cold. He froze for a second, panic flashing in his eyes. Then he glanced at the phone screen. The panic faded—replaced by something like satisfaction. The livestream lit up with cheers. "Well done!" "She had it coming!" I snatched the syringe from Sasha and drew Lily's blood myself.

And for the first time since we left that room Something cracked. Not softly. Not quietly. Sharply. Violently. “For what?” I asked. My voice was steady. Too steady. Dangerously steady. His expression didn’t change. “You didn’t break.” A pause. “That’s worth something.” … Something inside me snapped. Clean. Loud. Irreversible. “Is that all this is to you?!” My tone was sharp and loud, The words tore out of me before I could stop them.

She snapped. The next slap stops mid-air, someone catching her wrist from behind me. That intoxicating scent of tonka bean and saffron consuming my senses. “What do you think you are doing?” Lazarus’s sinister voice questioned with lethality

The hissing sound freezes me instantly. The snake moves with terrifying speed before coiling tightly around my neck. I desperately claw at its coils as they begin crushing my throat. “No...” I groan. I can’t even scream. And pulling this thing off is impossible. It’s a snake Shifter. Small enough to slip past Kael’s defenses unnoticed. “Oh... look what I found.” Its hissing voice only makes me struggle even harder. “L-Let... me... go...” “The pathetic crippled Strain. Kill you... and Kael goes down with you.”

I'm known throughout my family as the resident tattletale, and I refuse to let even the smallest offense slide. When I was three, Aunt Cassandra stole a piece of my cheesecake. That same night, I ran to Grandma's bedside and wailed as though someone had died. The next morning, Aunt Cassandra stepped out of her room with her left foot first, and Grandma beat her so badly that she ended up with a broken leg. When I was eight, my cousin, Penelope Georgiou, secretly hid her lunch money inside her shoe. I immediately tipped off my Uncle Reuben. Penelope not only received a beating, but also got searched down to her underwear and lost every last dollar. From then on, Mom established a new fam

An audible snap echoes through the darkroom as I pound the ground with my first. “Mother fucker!” I drag my hand to my mouth and bite down, trying to muffle my cries. Shivers wrack my body in a confused state as every part of me tries to decide if it’s found relief or more pain. “What the fuck was that?” a voice asks softly from the corner. “Adriana?” I ask tentatively. “You know me?” She asks.