Voice Of The Blessed

“Mom, Dan, I received an offer from an overseas university. I plan to take it.” Lucille Shaw’s voice was soft in the silent living room, like a single drop of water rippling across a still pond. Her mother Victoria exclaimed with joy, "Really? Congratulations! When are you planning to go?" “In Ten days.”

In the backyard of my home, there is a dark red jar that is about half a person's height. It is half buried in the ground, and my whole family forbids me from going near it. But I hear someone inside the jar calling me over and over. That voice says, "Sis, I miss you so much."

"Why are you blushing Mia?" I shiver at the sound of his voice, get a grip. "No reason" I squeak, thinking about all the ways he could take me right now in this car. "Why are you crossing your legs so tightly Mia?" his voice low making me squeeze my legs tighter, my lower region on fire. "Ace" I whine, Im not sure why though. "What is it Mia, tell me what you need" ***_*** She was big, curvy and bullied She left running with her tail between her legs Now she's back and out for revenge He left home for his country He was the sweetest But war changed him Now he's full of smirks, covered in tattoos He was her childhood crush, she was like his little sister. They both are in a world of shock seeing how much the other has changed. WARNING Mature themes Mature language Mature contents

He leaned in, inhaling her sweet scent as his hands traveled from her back to her waist, and then down to her thigh. She felt her breath hitch as she let out a small gasp. "We shouldn't be doing this." She said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Then tell me to stop." His voice was low, daring, as his fingers traced slow circles on her skin. *** Lucy had always lived life on her own terms, until the night everything changed. One moment, she was free; the next, she was bound to Barry Cooper, a cold, dangerous man who ruled the underworld with an iron fist. She never expected to be trapped in a world of power struggles, deceit, and unspoken desires. But as the lines between captor and captive blur, Lucy realizes she’s caught in a deadly game, one where trust is a luxury and survival is not guaranteed. Will she escape the ruthless mobster who owns her… or will she become his greatest obsession?

"You should rest." I said, my voice embarrassingly breathless. "Probably." he agreed, but made no move to put distance between us. "You're trembling." "I'm tired. It's been a long night." I lied, my voice lacking conviction. "Liar." His free hand came up, brushing a strand of hair from my face. The gesture was surprisingly gentle, at odds with the raw intensity in his eyes. "Your heart's racing. I can hear it." ~ When the fierce Alpha wolf Roman Blackthorn shows up injured at her doorstep, village healer Mirabelle's life turns upside down. She's forced to join his pack as their healer, and honestly? She can't stand him. He's arrogant, dangerous, and infuriatingly attractive. As threats close in from all sides, Mirabelle and Roman find themselves drawn to each other, despite their best efforts to keep their distance. Can they survive each other long enough to face the real threat?

"You are secretly Wild Mrs. Williams but I Can make you experience all that you are reading." Everett was stunned looking at the genre she was reading. Whilst Arizona flinched by the sudden voice of her husband. The tale of A guy who was afraid to fall in love and A girl who craved love were bounded in a arranged marriage.

"I just want to hear your cries! I want to see you in pain! Crying for help" His deep voice rang in the dark room. "No!, Please do not do that" Luna pleaded. "I bought you. No one want you remember? Not even your dear father". "That's a lie, My father loves me. With all he has" Luna replied in tears. "Ofcourse, and yet he sold you out" "You misunderstood my father. He wasn't the one that sold me out, it was Cora! And my father was only powerless". "You shut up and don't talk back to me!!" He yelled and his voice alone made Luna shivered. ____ LUNA means Moon. And that's her name. She's just 18 and was sold out by her Step mother , Cora. She believes she wasn't lucky, as she got sold to the Saddest Billionaire.

On the day of the SAT exam, my girlfriend’s childhood friend, Benedict Casper, forgot his admission ticket at home. She insisted on retrieving it for him, but I begged her not to go. In the end, Benedict missed his final chance for taking the exam and, overwhelmed by despair, he jumped to his death. Years later, my girlfriend, Ella Simpson, and I graduated from Whitmore Institute of Technology, landed high-paying jobs, and built a picture-perfect marriage. But on the anniversary of Benedict’s death, she stabbed me repeatedly, her voice trembling with rage, “You killed him. If I’d gotten his admission ticket, he would’ve never jumped.” When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the exams. Ella’s frantic voice rang in my ears, “I have to go back, Dominic. I need to get Benedict’s ticket!” This time, I smiled and said, “Go ahead. Be careful on the way.”

Just a few days before my wedding, I accidentally come across a post while scrolling online. The title reads, "To the guy getting married in this city, your fiancée's already cheated on you." Curious, I click in to see the gossip, only to realize I'm the one being talked about. A deep male voice plays in the video. "I heard you're getting married?" The woman in the frame, bare-backed and trembling, chokes back a sob. "After you left, I realized you're still the one I love most. I'm done with him. Take me away, please!" The moment I hear her voice, it feels like someone punches me straight in the chest. Then I notice something on her wrist—the luxury couple's bracelet I gave her just yesterday. And in that instant, I feel like the biggest joke of all. Turns out the fool was me.

Sanjana lost her parents when she was just a child. Raised by her maternal uncle in the breathtaking valley of Kashmir, she grows up clinging to two dreams—her passion for journalism and the music that flows through her veins. To survive, she sings on the radio, her haunting voice slowly becoming a quiet comfort to countless listeners. Liam, the son of a ruthless billionaire, wants nothing to do with power or legacy. Music is his only escape. On his friend Kabir’s advice, he travels to Kashmir in search of a voice powerful enough to heal him—and finds Sanjana. Her innocence, strength, and quiet resilience pull him in, and love soon takes root. But fate is merciless. A horrific car accident leaves Sanjana’s face severely disfigured. Before she can recover, Liam’s powerful mother steps in, threatening and forcing Sanjana to disappear from Liam’s life forever. Pregnant and broken, Sanjana vanishes without explaining the truth. Unable to watch her suffer, her uncle reveals a long-buried secret—Sanjana’s father belonged to an elite British family. With the help of his brother, a renowned plastic surgeon, Sanjana is given a second chance. In London, she emerges with a new face, a new name, and a shattered heart. Years later, Sanjana is Samantha Blake, a successful journalist in the UK. Fate brings her face-to-face with the past when she is assigned to cover the engagement of a billionaire—Liam. He doesn’t recognize her face. But her voice refuses to let him forget. As buried truths surface and old wounds reopen, love is tested by betrayal, loss, and the question neither of them can escape— Can love survive when everything has changed… except the heart?