Voice Of Snapped นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I swiftly turn around, only to find an empty space devoid of any presence. "Stella, you're becoming afraid of your own shadow," a voice taunts me, echoing through the air. Ignoring the unsettling feeling, I retrieve my soda and pivot to return to my room. Suddenly, an unknown assailant seizes me from behind, covering my nose and mouth with a peculiar-smelling cloth. "I warned you that we would reunite," the voice declares, sending shivers down my spine as I instantly recognize its source. Struggling to resist, I desperately attempt to fend off my attacker, but my limbs refuse to obey my commands. Gradually, the battle becomes futile as my eyelids grow heavy, eventually succumbing to the dark

Jeremy and Savannah flew off the handle the moment they heard that. "How can you fire us?" He lunged forward, jabbing a finger at my nose. "I've worked here for five years! You think you can just say that and make me vanish?" Savannah shrieked, "Exactly! I'm just defending my rights under the law! You're the one who violated labor laws first! Now, you're humiliated and out for revenge. I'm recording all of this. I'll show everyone online what you're really like!"

Mauler left, and Sniper's eyes turned sour as she watched her sister go. "You just have to wait and watch then," Sniper said, her voice dripping with malice. She fell onto her bed, and brought out her phone, which was full of photos of Venom. She smiled, her eyes gleaming with obsession, as she stared at the pictures. "I won't let anyone take you away from me, I won't," she whispered, her voice trembling with intensity. She stripped herself naked and stood in front of the photos, touching herself while moaning Venom's name.

From deep, deep down where something ancient and patient had been sitting in the dark, waiting for me to finally shut up long enough to hear her. "Clara." I froze mid-sob. Oh. Oh no. Nope. Nope nope nope. “Oh god,” I croaked. “I’ve finally snapped. Great. Amazing. This is how it ends. I start hearing voices. Perfect.” The voice hummed in annoyance. My annoyance, but somehow not mine. "You have not ‘snapped.’ You’re listening. At last." My breath snagged. “O-okay,” I whispered. “Cool. Great. Definitely not insane. It’s… you?”

Something inside me snapped. “SMACK!”. The sound rang sharp and clean, slicing through the noise around us. Sophia froze, stunned, her head turned to the side. Martin stood there gaping, utterly at a loss. I lowered my hand slowly, my voice cold as winter steel. “I warned you to watch your mouth.” Before she could recover, a familiar voice reached us. “What are you doing?” The voice cut through the air like an arrow, heavy and commanding, carrying with it a sharp gust of dominance that made my wolf tense instantly.

"I've been asking you for your supervisor for more than ten minutes and you're just staring at me!" My gaze shifted to who she was yelling at and it was Alexia. Her gaze was downcast as the woman yelled on and I felt like the issue had been blown way off proportion. I clenched my hand into a fist in irritation and quickly walked to my P.A until I stood in front of her. "She belongs to me," I said with a smile so sweet that I could almost feel my teeth rot. "My name is Michael Clarkson, you may know my father." She nodded then her gaze shifted to Alex. "Please hire yourself a more reliable assistant. This one will give you a bad name. I'm Helena Griffin, by the way."

Boom. A heavy, sickening sound echoed through the snowstorm, like something rotten being crushed apart under immense pressure. Even through the howling wind, it rang clearly in my ears. Then came the stench. A foul, nauseating odor spread through the air. The police car screeched violently to a stop. The two officers practically stumbled out of the vehicle in panic. With trembling hands, they yanked open the back door, and immediately let out horrified screams. There was no blood.

"He is my son. I raised him for 17 years. I had pinned all of my hopes on him. Yes, I was very strict with him, but where would he be today if I hadn't done what I did? Would he even be a math genius? "And now, look what's happened! He got into the accelerated dual-enrollment program, and he now thinks of me as a disgrace and a nuisance, and he wants to cast me aside!" She then brandished a pair of sharp scissors at the camera. "You'd better be listening to me, Shawn Larson! If you still don't come back home, then I'm going to kill myself on live stream for the whole world to see! I will tell the whole world that you were the one who forced your own mother to kill herself!"

But it was a long, long time before all this chaos happened. “His name is Aiden, he is one of the best snipers from the training camp in US, and has had a lot of experience doing risky jobs. Last night a container truck hit them on purpose on their way home, then they were almost killed by a bomb being carried by a boy. Why is this matter getting more complicated, Al?” asked Luca in frustration.

"I was counting on that money to buy formula for my kid! I'll fight you for cutting off my income!" Rage spread like the plague. "Sylvie, you jinx! It's one thing for you not to want to earn money, but why did you have to drag us all down with you?" "It's all your fault! If the company goes bankrupt, we're all out of a job!" "Let's beat her up! She ruined everything!" Seeing that the situation was about to spiral out of control, I calmly tapped the microphone. "Quiet." My voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unquestionable authority. The chaotic crowd fell silent in an instant, and every pair of eyes turned toward me, filled with fear and pleading.