Voiceless Novels & Stories

And I wasn’t in my right mind. Not with everything. Not with the world spinning too fast beneath me. “Alex—” I whispered, barely able to find my voice through the haze. “Shhh,” he hushed, voice low and thick, his breath brushing my ear. “Don’t talk…” “Alex, wait.” I drummed weakly against his chest, barely registering that I was naked, that his unmistakable arousal was pressed firmly between my thighs. He hissed—strained—like he was fighting something inside him.

"Why didn't you tell me about your problem on day one? I would have spoken louder. I wou-" She shook her head. "That's not n-necessary." "Why isn't it?" "T-t-there's something in y-your voice," she stammered nervously as she gently tugged at her fingers. "In my voice?" She nodded again. "It's h-hard to ignore." "I don't understand where you're going with this." "Your voice," she looked down as a light blush stained her cheeks, "is the only voice that I can hear perfectly."

he innocently asked. I want to punch him but I stop myself from doing that. This one is in denial, doesn't he remember anything? "Why don't you just admit it? You still have a lot of talks," Enzo said angrily. "Are you the one who has the urge to get angry? Wow! You people of Political Science are surprising." Enzo was about to start a fight but fortunately, I was able to hold him by the arm. "Who are you?! And what do you need from me ?!" Vince shouted angrily.

Worried. It was a depressing remainder of my father's death but I sing it a lot. I stopped when I saw movements in a dark alley. It dawned on me that I was in a deserted street now and had been too absorbed in my song to realize earlier. As I moved closer, I began hearing voices. “I’m going to teach your father some manners. Don’t worry you’ll only be a scapegoat,” a male husky voice said. “Yeah, it will stain his reputation. He’ll be ridiculed,” another said.

In the The morning, i was up earlier than usual. My eyes are shot open from the low whispers i am hearing in my head, as if someone is trying to mind-link with me. I squinted my eyes as they adjusted to the brightness coming from the window plastering the whole room. I slowly scanned the whole room and found no one. Eaton is still sleeping comfortably. It sounds crazy but the whispering I am hearing right now almost feels like coming from my dream. Except it’s a male voice, calling my name.

All of them feel so familiar, but I can't think of where I've heard all of these voices. "Ć̸͎̹̓ḧ̴̝̠́ü̸̺̿g̷̦̬̅ǵ̵̗̈́i̶̖̳͘n̶͓͊̕g̸̯̉-"

She asked herself, looking at the time on her watch. “Pretty boring, huh?” Someone suddenly spoke next to her and she realized that it was Vince. He was grinning at her like he was expecting her to agree on what he just said, but she didn’t answer him. “Are you always like this?” He asked again. She turned to him and glared. “I’m just… not really good at making conversation.” “But we are making a conversation right now.” He answered with a smirk. “Anyway, are you close to Brandon?”

No one can. I am thrashing, fighting for my life, but nothing is working. Where is everyone? I'm dying and this is the end for me. Bubbles coming out of my mouth and I can't do anything to save myself. I'm losing oxygen. "Victoria!" I hear a light voice. My shoulders start shaking. "Victoria!" It's getting louder. "VICTORIA!" It's so loud. My eyes shoot open and let out a loud gasp, I want to sit up but something is holding me down.

I pulled free first, “Sorry. But don’t think this counts for anything, I’m still mad at you.” “Fair enough,” he kissed my cheek, “But before we start, know that I won’t be able to answer everything.” I sat on my desk, “Then answer this, who was that voice?” “You’re Muse,” he said lightly. I stared at him blankly, “What do you mean?” “Everyone has some form of music in their souls,” he explained, “But a musician has a unique Muse inside of them, whether it be classical, rock, or a mixture of both.”

my voice broke at the end and she tilts her neck slightly to the left looking straight at me. "Why?" Her question stunned me. "Well... uh..." Fuck. Come on words. "Because you just did that to a student or the fact that you've been drinking?... Or, did you also enjoy it?" "Wha… how'd... " Oh right, my shirt still smells like beer. "I'll ask you again. Do you like games, Yuzuki-San?" My name on her lips sounds... "Atlas." The sound of my own voice startles me. Why am I so hoarse? All I did was... It's not like I haven't...