Voice Of Snapped Novels & Stories

My cheeks burned at the thought. “Relax, Snowy,” his voice came, deep and laced with amusement. “You’re not seeing anything you haven’t dreamed about.” “I have not……” I started, then stopped myself, flustered. “You’re insufferable!” “You’ve said that before,” he teased, and I could hear the smirk in his tone. Then came a different sound, one that sent a shiver down my spine. It was a series of loud cracks, like breaking bones, sharp and unnatural. I winced as the sound reverberated through the air, my stomach turning uneasily.

Something inside me snapped. I lunged forward, grabbing at their collars and arms and shoving them aside. My mouth was wide open as I shouted, "Get out! All of you, get the hell out! Don't look! It wasn't me! I didn't do anything!" People rushed to restrain me. Blurred and distorted faces loomed closer, then receded, their mouths moving, voices overlapping and sharp. The cacophony hit my ears like countless nails scraping across a blackboard, the grating sound digging directly into my skull.

"If you ever dare to breathe a word to anyone again, I'll send you to a psychiatric hospital and have you locked up with real lunatics." I watched everything unfold with a frown. As I listened to Amelia's crying turn hoarse, then weak, and finally fade into silence, a deep sense of unease gripped me.

the voice inside me snaps. “Override incoming.” My body locks slightly. “Do it,” I whisper urgently. “Now.” He doesn’t hesitate. Grabs my wrist— tight— firm— controlled— and for a second— panic explodes through me. “Don’t—!” Too late. He twists. Hard. A sharp crack echoes— not bone— but close enough— and pain— real, blinding, explosive pain— shoots up my arm. I scream. The world fractures. The device glitches.

She said, Sniffia looked at her with a pursed lips, Peirce smiled at Vanilla’s direction, “I called it catapult but a slingshot is also cool.” He said with his thumbs up. Sniffia looked away, ignoring their chattering, suddenly, she scented something strange, looked everywhere while sniffing, Peirce and Vanilla noticed her, “Hey, Sniffia what’s wrong?” Peirce asked looking around, “A Tamarin?” Peirce looked at her, she jerked her head to the left, sniffing then she ran towards the direction without hesitating, Peirce and Vanilla were completely stunned.

Bryan said. Something inside me snapped. Not from the pain. From the sound of his voice. The same voice that was supposed to be mine. The same voice that rejected me. The same voice that was now enjoying this. Another strike landed. And suddenly, Everything went quiet. Not outside. Inside. The pain faded. The noise disappeared. Even my heartbeat slowed. It was wrong. It was unnatural. “Stop.” The voice was not mine. But it came from me. The whip froze mid air. The man holding it stiffened.

a voice snaps at me from the aisle. I turn, meeting the guy’s eyes. He freezes when he recognizes me. “Oh. Sorry, I didn’t realize it was you.” Of course he didn’t. I don’t bother replying. I just keep walking until I’m close enough to the ice to see exactly what’s happening. Erin’s mid-spin now, arms wrapped around that guy like she’s been skating with him for years. My voice comes out louder than I expect. “Don’t you fucking dare!” She falters, her skate catching just enough to make her wobble before she catches herself.

She snapped once. The sound was sharp, clear, and commanding. “Do it,” she said. Her voice was calm, but it carried authority that filled the entire hall. The two men behind Mr. Woods immediately straightened, ready to move. “Let’s see who dares to!” Curtis snapped sharply, his anger finally breaking through as he turned to face them, his eyes grew wide and blazing.

"Hank made this for me. It means more to me than gold. It's the thought that counts." My aunts, Linda Carter, Rachel Carter, and my uncle, Mark Carter, all started praising Henry for being thoughtful and caring. But Henry was 30. A handmade bracelet didn't exactly impress anyone. After a few polite comments, the chat went quiet. Henry didn't give up. He posted a video of himself crying like his world was falling apart. "Ethan, you forced me to pay back that 100 thousand, and now my wife is talking about divorce! Are you happy now?"

She returned her phone in the pocket after scanning the old man's background and flinching upon the stingy pain. "Ouch, can you make it simple? Come on, you're too harsh on me." She groaned in discomfort after her knees slammed the tiled floor. "Position yourself, Von. We'll be starting to snipe him over." Hugh Turner tries to scope the target using his sniper. She then started up to lower herself to the window and sight the victim. They can't waste any more time on this, their superior wants to end him already.