Voice Claims Mga Nobela at Kwento

oepning the cat door wide,I welcomed them with a smile before putting each and every one of them to sleep. As I walked towards my parked car, I ward a cellphone ring. It was coming from the van, unable to hide my curiosity, I pulled the blaring phone of one of my attacker's pocket and picked it up. I pulled the phone away from my ear as the voice boomed through the phone. "Why haven't I received any feedback yet?! You all better do your jobs well or you work get paid! "The voice shouted. It got me thinking, there was something familiar about the voice but I couldnt

I answered it anyway. “Who is this?” I asked. “You don’t need to know who is speaking. We have a job for you. It’s regarding Rhonda. We know how much you hate her and have been attempting her murder. We want her gone too. We would help you be successful this time around,” the distorted voice said. They were talking through a voice changer. Was this a trap? “Who the fuck are you? I do not know what you are talking about, so get the fuck out of my phone!” I yelled and ended the call immediately.

Against my better judgment, I answered. "Serena Vaughn." "Is this the whore who was sleeping with Damien Blackwood?" The voice was male, angry, full of hate. I hung up immediately, but the phone rang again. A different number, but probably the same kind of call. "Don't answer it," Elena said quickly. "Lucas set up a new voicemail system. All unknown numbers go straight to voicemail now." "How many calls have there been?" "Hundreds," Elena said quietly. "Since the interview aired. Most of them are... unpleasant."

Most likely one of those spam calls, so I let it go to the robotic voicemail set up. My phone rings again after a moment, same number. I frown at the phone and tap the little green button, allowing me to answer it. I put it up to my ear. "Start counting down." I freeze up at the tone of voice on the other end. The voice is distorted and robotic and yet so full of venom. It's impossible to tell who's on the other end. "What?" I finally manage to ask, my voice cracking slightly. "Surprised? You should have known it wouldn't take us long to catch up with you."

Without delay, she transferred the money to the one she called earlier. The next day, Viona went to JJ’s Properties and worked as usual, but at 10.25 a.m., she called Emily. Since Emily didn’t know Viona’s number, she ignored it at first. So Viona called Emily again. “Pick it up, silly girl!” she groaned. Since the caller was determined, finally Emily picked up the call. “Hello?” Viona grinned and played the voice recording she had already prepared, and soon, Emily could hear moans, groans, and kissing sounds.

"Hello, we are off services at the moment. You can call during work hours." "Wait. Wait, please. I'm calling to speak to Donald. He's my boyfriend." "Mr Donald left the office hours ago," the voice replied calmly. "Please, make your request known during work hours. We offer the best services. Thank you." "Hello! Are you saying…? Hello. Are you there?"

I answered calmly. Silence. Then the distorted voice returned, quieter this time. “Interesting adjustment,” it said smoothly. “Reduced public interaction. Lower visible attachment cues. Unexpected.” Cameron’s eyes burned with controlled anger. “You are predictable,” the voice continued. “But adaptability increases value.” My jaw hardened. “What do you want?” A soft laugh echoed through the speaker. “We want to see how far loyalty extends when real stakes are introduced.” The line went dead. Cameron’s breathing became uneven.

Even if that was supposed to be the case, the voice had already been modulated, and therefore hard to detect the age or gender of the caller. "You f#cking asshole! I know it's you, Landon. We've never met but I know exactly what you and I promise you will pay for every pain you cause my wife! I promise I will make you pay!" Cruz bawled furiously as he couldn't control his anger any longer. His loud voice pulled Klaus's attention to the room as he came running. "Will that bring her back to life after death?" The caller asked and a wave of fear swept through Cruz.

For a second I considered ignoring it but I ended up answering. “This is Alexander Voss.” Silence met my words as a few crackles followed then a distorted, cold and mechanical voice finally spoke. It’s the exact same voice from the messages that had appeared across my company’s systems. “Alexander Lucien Voss.” The distorted voice called out my full name, making my eyes widened in surprise.

Liora Denverux POV “Do not proceed, we listened to the voice recording, first,” The clerk handed over Victor’s phone to the Judge. “You have to be my witness, Victor,” a voice which sounds like me came through the phone. “I can't…I can't do that to Camille,” Victor voiced. “Maybe I should call Damien, his family have enough power to make your career ruined in a day…,” that's my voice again, I clench my fist.