Soft Voice Novels & Stories

he said. His voice was like iron wrapped in velvet, deceptively soft. “We need to talk.”

I whisper into the phone but she hears me and she turns to look at me. "He's crying? Why?" "He's a big softy. Don't mind him." I ruffle her hair and she giggles, shaking her head mocking. "Are all of your friend's softies like you Yu-Chan?" Rolling my eyes, I pinch her cheek and she shrieks before pulling away and rubbing the area. "He's more similar to you." "I am not a softie!" She pouts and turns away from me and I hear him chuckle on the other side.

His voice is oddly low. Deep. Dark.

asked Juliana in a voice that sounded very soft, there was no emphasis or tone demanding an answer from that question. ••• To be continued...

About halfway through class she turned to him and smiled devilishly. "Hi there." She didn't speak out loud, her lips never moved and he instead heard her voice inside his head. "My name is Syn, you must be new at this." The voice giggled a little. "You can't even Whisper yet, can you?" Syn noticed the perplexed look on his face. "It's like ventriloquism, but at ultra-high frequencies. Just hum a little, keep making it higher until you can feel it." Mike followed her orders until he reached a frequency that no human could her. "Now just talk."

His voice is so soft, as gentle as the sound of the pine trees rustling around us in the wind. "Very." Is the last whisper I produce before his lips gently press against mine. So softly, like a mother sneaking a goodnight kiss from their sleeping baby.

He was about to kiss my hand so I grabbed it immediately. "M-My name isn't Softy!" I said annoyingly. Softy is a brand of popular tissue. What did he think of me? A tissue paper? I smirked at him. "But it suits you. Your hand is soft. Your name is also soft. Maybe your lips are? Can I kiss you?"

Not a single chirp but pairs and pairs that they unsure how many of it. Half of a minute, that's what it took for the those in nest to come, silently just their described by their name "The sãlnes" a k.a "The silence". They are very sensitive to sound, very sensitive, as much as breathe could be caught. They would prefer them silence, and then only sounds they love, maybe the ripping flesh and bone. No one know how it's look, that's all myth but maybe some information at this moment.

His usually husky and prominent voice was now no louder than that of a scared child. “Shhh.. you have nothing to apologize for. I’m going to take care of you babe..”

Her soft delicate lips. "Yes. Yes!"