Scratchy Voice Crossword Novels & Stories

"But Aisha... you shouldn't have killed my dad," he growled against my neck, his voice thick with conflict even as his hands traveled up to firmly grab my rounded breasts. "Forget about the dead for now," I whispered into his ear, my voice dripping with seduction. I took his large hand and guided it down between my legs, placing his fingers directly against my core. He groaned loudly as he felt the intense wetness already pooling there. The shared tension between us was a raging fire. "I don't want you as an enemy," I whispered softly into the dark room as I quickly gathered my clothes and got dressed.

The voice is always calling out to me. Everywhere I go its there, lurking in the shadows, observing me.I live in a province just near the city. My house is at the entrance of the forest, away from the neighbors. At the age of fourteen I was orphaned, I went to a convent and was cared for by nuns until I was eighteen years old.Since I was of legal age I left the convent and found myself in this place.When I first saw the old house at the entrance of the forest, I knew it would be right for me.On my first day in that house, something very immediate happened to me. There is a voice that repeatedly calls my name.When I leave the convent and stay in this old house, I do not think I will see stran

“Do I want a taste?” his voice deeper than he had ever spoken. His eyes pinned on me like I was the only thing that fascinated him. “What do I do?” I thought to myself as he moved closer to me, I wanted to run away, to resist him but I was pinned to the wall by him. “Gosh I hate this man so much” his scent, his body, his beautiful green eyes, he was driving me crazy. I know this is wrong, he has a fiancee and all but that makes me want him even more. “Get on the bed and spread your legs” his cold voice woke me up and then I remembered I was just a maid to him. “Yes master”.

After the company's entire plane crashed and everyone on board died, we all found ourselves transported into a novel, tasked with winning the favor of a queen. The system's icy voice issued its prompt: [The queen's male consort possesses a voice as melodious as a lark's.] Our handsome secretary smiled with quiet confidence. That very day, he stationed himself along the queen's usual route and began to sing a modern pop song. The queen was thoroughly pleased. She summoned him onto her carriage. Our colleagues looked on with unconcealed envy. "Looks like the bonus is his." "How lucky. The queen is wealthy and beautiful. Not only does he get to spend the night with her, he'll make a fortu

Shawn's eyes widened in shock as he stared at the divorce papers in his hand. "What is this, Alisa?" he asked, his voice trembling. "It would be Miss Reynolds to you soon," she replied, her voice devoid of emotion. "I'm done with you, and I'm done with this farce of a marriage." Shawn was taken aback by the coldness in her tone. This was the same woman who had once spoken to him with such love and affection. What had happened to her? "I thought you loved me," he said, his voice cracking with emotion. Alisa scoffed, her expression disdainful. "Cindy is back, and you think I'd stay with you? You want to have your cake and eat it too? Never." ### Alisa

The last hope I had of finding my parents was destroyed right in front of me. I had just arrived at the meeting place when they were hit by a car and killed before my eyes. By the time I returned home, I was numb. Then I heard a voice coming from the entryway. It was Eric Terrell, speaking to one of his trusted men on the phone. "First, it was the fake DNA report," the man said. "Now it's a staged car accident." He gave a low laugh. "Mr. Terrell, you've really gone to great lengths to stop Aimee Walters from finding her family." I curled up on the couch, and for a moment, I felt as if I had forgotten how to breathe. Eric took off his coat. His voice sounded tired, but there w

“How do you feel?” He asked, his voice low and dangerous. “How do you think I feel?” I returned the question, staring back at him defiantly. “Perhaps I should continue?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Can you please step back, your fiancée is just meters away and this is not the right way to stand with a woman”. I said, my voice firm, and his face turned into a scowl. “Why are you keen on torturing us?” He asked, one of his hands trailing downwards, “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. “Do you like it when I flirt with her?” He inquired, his hands now in between my laps and I bit back a moan, “Do you want me to touch her like this?

Three years ago, the Moon Goddess stole his hearing and gave him one sentence: You will hear only the voice of your mate. And only when you claim her fully will the silence end. Alpha Kael Thorne searched every palace, every throne room, every daughter of every powerful bloodline in twelve territories. He was certain the Goddess would send him a queen. A wolf whose beauty would make other Alphas weep. A mate worthy of the most feared conqueror alive. She sent him Seraphine. An orphan. A painter. A woman with a limp she was born with and a spine she built herself. When her voice cut through three years of silence like a blade through silk, Kael made a choice: he would bring her into his

"Ethan," she began, her voice wavering slightly, "I've been thinking... considering our situation, maybe it's time we end this charade." Ethan, engrossed in a book, looked up, his eyes meeting hers. "End what, Mia?" he asked, his tone gentle yet curious. "Our marriage, Ethan," Mia said, her words hanging heavy in the air. "It's not real, and we both know it. We're living a lie, and I can't keep pretending anymore." Ethan placed his book aside, his expression serious. "I understand it's not ideal, Mia. But we made a commitment to our families. We can't just throw it all away because it's difficult." "But what if there's another way?" Mia suggested, her voice gaining strength. "Wha

"Daniel!!" i shout, the word tearing out of me . my voice bounces of the walls. Everyone turns. The room goes quiet instantly. He looks up. Our eyes meet. His smile falters as he looks at me from head to toes in bewilderment. he stands , straightens his suit , still puzzled. "what is this?" he says , his voice low but sharp with warning . The receptionist rushes behind me , whispering frantically. "Sir, i told her to wait..." I pull out the condom, and lift it high enough for him and everyone else in his office to see "Who is she ....!!" I say cutting her off,"..you bastard!, you've been fucking someone else!!!"Someone gasps. The air shifts.