Who Is The Voice Of Tangled นิยาย & เรื่องราว

maybe it would only be right to give him the benefit of the doubt why he has a lip piercing. I didn’t have time to pause my game when his Christian Bale-like voice resounded in my ears. No. Not the Dark Knight Rises-deep rich voice, but the Howl’s Moving Castle-velvety voice. “Andrea Anthoni?” he said. My name escaping his mouth was like a sleep spell cast over me. It made me feel drowsy. It was weird. But well, it’s either that or the six-hour God-forsaken flight I just had.

She began to sing while thinking about Romero, her voice echoed in the pack house causing everyone to listen with a smile. “All those days…..watching from the windows….All those years…outside looking in…All that time never really knowing…just…how blind I’ve been….Now I’m here blinking in the starlight….Now I’m here…suddenly I see…Standing here…It’s all so clear….I’m where I’m meant to be….And at last I see the light….and it’s like the fog has lifted…..and at last I see the light….and it’s like the sky is new….and it’s warm and real and bright…and the world has somehow shifted….all at once everything looks different…now that I see you…” She trailed off as she stepped out of the shower. Romer

another voice spoke up and I didn't dare to look up who their boss was as my body was trembling in fear. I should’ve stayed for the after-party. I shouldn’t have come to this alley and seen all these. A painful grip surged on my head as I felt my hair clenched and my face was jerked up and I was met with a deadly gaze “ Who sent you?” I instinctively closed my eyes feeling intimidated by the person’s gaze as my hand went up to his, that was clenching my hair in a tightful grip as I moaned in pain “ N-no one, pl-please I d-didn’t see anything.. P-please leave me”

He assured me. I didn't respond, unsure of what to say. "I have to go check on the kids," I said, using it as an excuse for leaving the room. "Okay," Julian nodded, releasing me from his grip. As I stood up, my legs felt wobbly. I took a deep breath and made my way to to kids room. That was when I met a woman in front of my room. "Who are you?" I asked. "My name is Martha, Mr Julian employed me as the children's nanny," she replied with a smile.

My hair was swept back, my heels were too high, and every eye followed me when I walked in. Including his. Dominic stood near the bar in a black tuxedo, talking to a board member. He didn’t approach. He didn’t wave. But his stare burned into me like a promise. And then Rafael walked up. Tall. Bronze-skinned. With a Spanish accent that could melt glaciers and a smile like sin. “Lana Lane,” he said, offering his hand with a sly grin. “Dominic’s intern, yes?” “I’m not an intern,” I replied.

Mica demanded, practically bouncing in her seat. Cassie sighed dreamily, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “He’s hot. Like, really hot. Smart, sexy. The whole damn package.” Gladz raised a brow. “How hot are we talking?” Cassie sat up straighter, eyes sparkling. “Like, tall. Chiseled jaw. Deep voice. And a smirk that could absolutely ruin your life.” “Oh my God,” I groaned, totally invested. “Did you sleep with him?”

Lucas stares at it for three rings before answering, saying nothing. "Silence doesn't become you, Lucas," purrs a voice—digitally altered, impossible to identify as male or female. "You were always so... forthright." Lucas's throat constricts. "What do you want?" A soft laugh, distorted by the voice modifier. "I told you. Everything you took. My wife is just the beginning." "If you touch her—" "You'll what?" the voice interrupts, amusement evident even through the digital disguise. "You couldn't stop me before. What makes you think you can now?"

“No need. I like a woman bold enough to ruin a perfectly good shirt.” He introduced himself properly then — Andrew. Andrew. The name had a comfortable ring, like linen sheets. He had the kind of face people wrote about in magazines: high cheekbones, eyes that seemed to shift colors in indoor light. But it was his voice that held me. Warm. Uncomplicated. He listened like each sentence I offered was the most interesting thing he’d heard all day.

Looking right at me. "Hi everyone," she said. Her voice was sweet and high. Completely fake. "I'm so happy to be here." I felt sick. I wanted to throw up. My stomach twisted into a tight, painful knot. I gripped the hard edges of my desk so hard my knuckles turned pure white. My chest felt tight. I prayed I wouldn't need my inhaler right now.