Voice Of Snapped Novels & Stories

Quinn’s face, her voice, and the faint scent of her all slipped further away as weeks became months. Crissy had stood there, leaning over me with her shirt pulled low, some attempt to seduce me that only fed my anger. I was done. I snapped. Without even thinking, I grabbed her by the neck and slammed her into the wall so hard I heard her gasp. Something snapped inside me, some thread I’d been holding onto. And as I looked into her frightened eyes, I could almost see Quinn again, a flicker of her before I crushed it out.

she repeated. He looked at her, and, for a moment, there was lucidity. A brief human spark that still recognized her name. But soon came the roar. Low, guttural. The kind of sound that is born from something that no longer wants to be a man. The men behind me backed away. One of them raised his rifle, but I raised my hand. "Lower." "Lord, he will-" "I know what he’s going to do. Lower." The sound that came later was worse. The bones gave way. The shoulder shifted, the fingers stretched, tearing the skin. A loud snap echoed in the clearing, and the air seemed to vibrate. Naomi instinctively backed away.

I can still hear him. That voice. That promise. That threat. Then— The metallic clatter of chains. Loud. Violent. The sound of something snapping. Breaking. Oh, fuck. I don’t look back. Please, please. Let me get away.

The snapping of rubber gloves echoed through the silence of the room, cutting through the fog and the fluff of Jasper's mind, relegating the sound of his beeping heart monitor to the side, decreasing it's overall importance in the sound category of what he was currently experiencing. The voice had been higher than the fat officer's voice, and distinctly female. It somehow managed to strike a tone or joy and cheer, while maintaining a sharp edge of sadism and the promise of pain in her voice at the same time.

Then— SLAP! The sound cracked through the trees like lightning. I clamped a hand over my mouth, biting back the gasp threatening to escape. “You fool!” the woman snarled, her voice slicing through the forest. “You allowed her to slip through your hands?!” They were furious. And they were close. Too close.

She snapped They turned to look at me and saw me already sitting up wide eyed staring back at them. They stared back in disbelief, mouth agape probably wondering how much I heard. "You had one job, just one job and you can't do it properly" She snapped They cowered out fear or embarrassment. "How are you feeling dear" she asked "I'm a bit light headed" I managed to squeeze out "You will be fine" She replied She checked the IV bag. "Stick your tongue out" she said

“Stay down,” I hissed at Asher, my voice low but sharp as a blade. My arms trembled against the pull of the snare, its runes biting deep into my skin like acid. Every breath came ragged, every heartbeat felt like it was spilling straight into the circle. “Rowan, don’t..” Asher started, panic in his voice. “Quiet.” My teeth clenched. “One wrong step and this thing will shred you too.” The snare pulsed again, a cruel rhythm that ate at my veins. Blood hissed against the glowing lines, sizzling as if it were fuel. It was.

"Forgive us your majesty, I have taken the very first antidote that I know when I saw your life hanging on the line. Please don't blame Miss Snipes for the trouble, she only meant to help you." I saw how his brows furrowed and his mouth smirk while he look back at me. "Is this true?" Again a loud and intimidating voice rang inside my ears and rendered me breathless, my hands clutches on the top that I am wearing. As my breathing began to hurt and my body started to sweat. I cannot find my tongue to speak to him, then my eyes turn to Maleficus for question. Why am I feeling so sick all of a sudden? "Oh! The venom of the Prince! My apologies Miss Snipes!"

they all screamed , clutching each other, practically bouncing off their seats with horny excitement. The next day, I almost ran straight into him in the hallway. “Whoa, careful there, kitten,” he said, steadying me with a hand on my arm. “You almost gave me a heart attack.” I pulled back quickly, trying to act unbothered . He chuckled. “What’s your Snap handle ?” I raised a brow. “Why do you need my Snap?” “To send you streaks of my dick,” “Bet you’d love seeing it first thing in the morning and before bed. Seven inches, huge monster veiny cock—fucking irresistible.”

He snapped. Now we're talking. "Then why on earth do you still want to do it? You've never shown any interest in me! And quite frankly, I don't feel like being locked up for the rest of my life because if you haven't noticed I don't particularly like you." I snapped back. At that moment I felt I dull ache in the pit of my belly, as though it was grouching at me for what I said. It went as quickly as it came. "Latifah ... " his voice sounded strained, like he was trying to control himself.