Soft Voice Novels & Stories

Her voice came out soft, almost reverent. “Same.”

She said. Her voice sounded incredibly soft and delicate. She had that kind of voice that if she sang a lullaby to you, you would immediately doze off. "Thank you ma" I muttered then sat down. I didn't really know what to say or do next. "You seem a little tense dear, Why don't you relax a little, I don't bite" still with that soft tone of her's she spoke to me. I didn't say anything in return as I didn't have anything to say. I was a naturally awkward individual, I never really communicated well with people.

I can feel my cheeks flush in red because of embarrassment. “Honey, how are you now? What did you do all day?” he asked in a serious voice but not domineering. Actually, I can still hear the gentleness in his voice. He always use this tone when he is talking to me. Serious but gentle, just like his personality. When he is talking to other people, he sounds so casual without gentleness at all. I can’t help but to notice his gentle attitude towards me. Being at the receiving end of his soft side is quite flattering.

There was a slight hesitance at the other end then a soft voice said, “Hi, it’s Sophia.” He smiled at the sound of her voice.

He was looking at me intently too. How in the world would Alpha Kayden have spoken so softly? This was just totally unbelievable! If someone else had told me about this, I would never have believed it but no! I just heard that incredibly soft voice from him with my very own ears or did my ears malfunction and transform his harsh voice into a soft one before getting to my brain? I heard him clear his throat slightly as I looked back to the floor. "Mantha, speak up" his voice came, this time impatient and quite harsh and I breathed out in relief.

May God give me the strength to withstand her moans and licks without losing my hard cold stance. I see her smiling through eating and boom, she lights up my whole world just like that in a flick of a second. "Start your food too and then we'll talk." Her voice is like a caress of a rose petal around my ear lobe making me shiver because of the sudden impact of her sweet voice, bringing me back from my la-la land. Her voice is something man! It's like dark brown velvet, so soft and cosy that I want myself to wrap up in it.

Stevens asked, smiling at me. "The usual," I replied in my monotonous voice, sounding like a machine. "And what do you mean by the usual?" She asked, smiling again. "I don't know," I replied. "Sofia, I talked to your mother and she told me about you," She said. "Which is why you're sitting here," "I am not mad," I muttered. There was no depth in my voice. It was just flat and lifeless. I have got used to this voice now. And it's kind of comforting.

Slowly but surely-really almost in the fashion of a gentle caress-every morsel found its way to his throat, onwards to his belly, almost as if it were a seduction act. Much thanks, my dearest. The voice was so soft, and the words seemed so genuine that I can almost believe he meant it. Like a gentle stream, the words came from him, flowing endlessly, unabated, as if choking would kill their flow. Who are you? I spoke without delay, my tone firm yet coaxing, attempting to extract the truth gently without pushing him away.

“Soft. Chubby.” I blinked, stunned.