Voice Stories Novels & Stories

Her words flowed like a gentle breeze, captivating her audience and igniting a spark of introspection within each soul. Meanwhile, Dr. Westwood, with his silver-streaked hair and kind eyes, shared the story of their love, the challenges they faced, and the indomitable spirit that fueled their journey. He spoke of the beauty in embracing the unknown, in expanding the boundaries of human connection beyond what society deemed possible.

My voice wavered at first, then steadied. “I know most of you have heard the rumors,” I began. “But what you haven’t heard is the truth — the story of a girl who came from nothing, who worked harder than anyone else I know, who gave more than she ever had. She doesn’t deserve to be torn apart by lies!” A cheer rose from the crowd. Cameras flashed. Someone livestreamed the whole thing. For a moment, I looked up at the sky — that pale blue expanse above the chaos — and I smiled.

Just as I selected the photo, an anxious voice suddenly rang out in my mind, "Wait, Mom! You can't send that!" Startled, I looked up. However, I didn't see any children around. Who on earth had just spoken? Sensing my confusion, the voice spoke again, "Mom, it's me. I'm your baby!" I was even more confused. Was the baby in my belly talking to me? But it was only a fetus that had barely taken shape! The voice continued, "Mommy, you sent that message right after the checkup in your last life. Dad's secretary saw it and got jealous, so she ran off. The deal he was about to sign fell through. In the end, Dad blamed everything on you.

After saving the voicemails, I tried her cell. She picked up after the fourth ring, and I held my breath. The loud music in the background made me frown. “Detka! Hello...my love. My bunny. You really should be here...with me right now.” Vasha sounded wasted out of her mind as she stumbled over her words, and I closed my eyes in disappointment. Drinking again already? Whatever happened to enjoying being sober? “Hi Vash, I wish I was with you right now too. Are you ok?” I asked mindfully, not wanting to upset my girlfriend by pointing out her obvious inability to speak coherently. She paused for a moment, and I heard faint feminine laughter.

I heard her think: Oh wonderful, I think someone was watching, they’ll be sure to tell everyone and then they’ll all know the truth! So Sun Li was the first voice I heard. I could soon hear the thoughts of Alisa too and along with that came her worried boyfriend and her parents and then things spiraled a little out of control. But after that day, I knew I couldn’t just stand by and let these things happen. I could hear the thoughts and feelings of anyone I wanted, so there had to be a reason. Though, things did get a lot worse before they got better. It was the voices I heard from the other students in the school that made things so much worse. I mean, I thought Sun Li putting on that mask a

I wrote this down in my notepad . I quickly got up and turned my head hearing voices behind me . " Did you think you could run , I love to play hide and seek . Would you like to see what I do to them after finding them ? I punish them just like I'm about to do ." He spat out . Please leave me I'm begging you just kill me , death would be better than a life like this . " SHUT UP " He shouted . "Guys lock her up ." He said to his subordinate ." No, please leave me , don't do this , I'm begging you , leave me ! " I shouted with all my might but to blocked ears . I'll never be strong please leave me. I shouted as I exited the room . How I wish I could have amnesia. That way I would be able to e

What do you say? Even though I hate exercises, damn it's really exhausting. But it's a different thing that the whole day I sit here in the cafe and laugh, make weird expressions, sometimes talk in different voices or maybe embarrassing sounds I create. But it's a total fun not boring, and exhaustion is common in every work so it's your choice what you want to do, the thing which is boring and a kind of headache for you or the thing that makes you feel better, something amusing that you yearn to do. And I yearn to narrate the greatest story of that 'His.'

She asked me in a very shaky voice. “Those comments don't mean anything babe. You are not a slut or a tramp. You are a wonderful person. All those people, the poster, the commenters, they do not know anything about you and if I am being honest, they do not deserve to know you. You are an amazing person, babe.

Mathapelo’s Pride Mathapelo, fiercely independent yet profoundly empathetic, spoke of the girls whose lives she had touched. Each story of triumph reminded us that persistence, courage, and guidance could transform not just a life, but an entire community. Her pride was quiet but undeniable, inspiring all who listened. Gail’s Voice I shared my journey from silence to advocacy, reflecting on the power of storytelling to heal and empower. Through writing and mentoring, I had discovered a purpose far greater than myself. Every article, every workshop, every spoken word became a bridge connecting hearts and minds across towns.

I hung up the phone and waited anxiously, watching the clock on the wall. Exactly 10 minutes later, a sleek black sports car pulled up outside the store. Denver was behind the wheel, his eyes scanning the area until they landed on me. He smiled and nodded, and I quickly grabbed my things and ran out to the car. As I slid into the passenger seat, Denver raised an eyebrow. "What's going on?" he asked again, his eyes sparkling with concern. I took a deep breath and launched into the story of my encounter with the mysterious man at the mansion. Denver listened intently, his expression growing more and more serious.