Withered Chica Voice Lines Novels & Stories

“Cut the feed, Dante! Rip the goddamn wires out!” Bianca’s voice wasn't her own. It vibrated with a metallic, discordant reverb that rattled the glass of the remaining Bio-Vault tanks. She was arched back in the cradle, her spine snapping tight against the steel frame. Her fingers clawed at the air, nails dragging red lines through the condensation on the control panel.

she starter hearing whispers frown random voices , wild suddenly surrounded her and the huge cemetery church door burst open . the wind blew out the candles and she flung her eyes open " smart one Adams " she said frowning her brows . she lifted her hands up and bow her head "nes la xamuta walep et lotaya kisromola " she yelled out an unknown language and the candles light up once again ,she kept on chanting from one language to another.

Her step sister is the one who intentionally did all this. Because this place was quiet and lonely, Chica began to feel drowsiness coming. She yawned several times, but strangely somehow the hormones in her body began to flare up. She felt herself shaken, she even began to feel hot in her body. Chica takes off her clothes, and somehow she plays with her own body. She could not bear the flames in her flames. Chica walked toward the door, Chica knocked on the door repeatedly hoping that Mr. Ederra would come soon.

wound is closing up but she’s not waking up, I can see the mark forming already” “Ihmmm” Catrina grunt with her eyes close, Terrick send Amodeny a mind link requesting for Saphira’s presence right away. “ hey Little kitten” he call her but she didn’t respond. Catrina’s body is aching like hell, she is feeling the pain coming from the place in between her shoulder and neck. She can’t talk, she feels very tired and her her eyelids feel heavy, it’s hard to lift them up. Saphira walks and check up on her and little smile creep on her lip before it vanish like it wasn’t there “ she’s awake, give her some water it will help her. Let me brew some concoction to help with the pain she feeling” she g

"Quiet, you idiot! Do your loud cries possess a desire to speed up our permanent demise?" Feeling completely attacked and vulnerable, my mouth retorts with a venomous hiss, accusing his name of being totally unkind and suggesting that our dire situation might have been completely avoided if his husband had displayed more financial compassion to my face. Chika lets out a harsh, mocking scoff that bounces off the stone walls. "My frame is trapped inside this death hole solely because of your back-alley treason, Bianca. Do your brains honestly think my wolf asked for this pipeline?"

Something about her voice pulled me in. "Becca" she called again. "Who are you?" Her face fell at the question. "You've forgotten me" she sounded sad and disappointed that I didn’t remember her. But it wasn’t just that. I didn’t know her at all. "I don't know who you are" I countered softly. "I gave you life" she said in an eerie voice as she walked closer. The wind lashed harder as she spoke, like she controlled it. “I made you” she screamed and the air shifted. It took only a fleeting moment. I blinked and her fingers found my throat, holding it tight and cutting off my air supply.

She wiped away her tears, inhaled and exhaled. “I, Carissa Quintus, re…” She tried to call the word reject, but it seemed like her voice was taken away. She frowned wondering what was going on and tried several times, but it was the same result. Maybe she wasn't doing it right. She stood up, her left hand on her chest and her fingers raised.

"I'll make sure every nerve in your body is sparked with the pain of Hellfire for uttering a single insult of my Mate." Chelsea's eyes, once wide with terror and fear, slowly softened into amusement as a smirk settled on her devilish red lips. "Is that so?" An unfamiliar voice took place of hers. Her arm moved out from against her chest and extended outward at her side. Jayce watched as ichor wrapped around her wrist and the sound of her bone snapping back into place left a chill through his spine. "As someone that has spent years amongst Hellfire, that sounds like paradise."

Picking up the walkie-talkie she had found in the back of the SUV she prayed she was right, flicking the button until she heard static she hissed, ‘Ricci, Romero, qualcuno di voi mi sente?’ [Ricci, Romero can any of you hear me?] It was Romero who answered, ‘Alcina, che cazzo?’ [Alcina, what the fuck?] She almost cried with relief but there was no time,

It was as though he no longer cared for me, as if any emotions he had once felt had vanished into thin air. He leaned down, his warm breath tickling my ear, causing a shiver to course through my body. Tears welled up in my eyes, a mix of fear and confusion enveloping me more. "Who are you, for the last time?" His voice was harsh, demanding answers. "Oh, Goddamnit!" Veronica's voice rang out, dripping with triumph. "Axford Cariño, this is my dirty mute maid, Elletra, I used to talk about on social media. She is very lazy and dumb. She can't speak! She has never spoken a word in her life." Veronica relished this moment, finally able to assert herself against me.