Romans & histoires Voice

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] But instead, Arka sent something completely unexpected. A voice message. One minute and forty seconds long. Bima swallowed hard. He pressed the phone to his ear, hitting the play icon with a thumb that trembled slightly. The first few seconds were filled only with the sound of heavy, deep breathing. Then, the voice emerged. Arka's low baritone, raspy with the classic sound of someone just waking up, vibrating at a frequency capable of shattering Bima's entire defense.

POV Ruby "We thought that we should welcome our sister back home!" Varg boomed. "Crap" I said and Wolf smiled at me. I looked over and Cassy and Silvia. They both looked as worried as I felt. "Varg." Mom sighed. "In the flesh." he grinned.

( All of a sudden I heard a muffled voice talking in the background. ???: Layla. What the fuck are you doing?!!! {I was confused for a moment as to who was talking and then I finally placed the voice} Layla: Billy? Is that you? { I looked up and noticed all my friends looking at me in concern. Leo motioned for me to hand him the phone but I shook my head no} Billy: I'll repeat my question, what the fuck are you doing? Layla: None of your Goddamn business.

A pack member shouldn’t be scared of his leader; he should respect them I walk over to the corner where all the wolves were hanging out. “ I heard that the vampire crown prince killed a werewolf once, “ I heard a wolf whisper. Ethan’s head turned at his title. It was true vampires could hear a mile away. He headed over to us. His movement was tense. “ Excuse me, “ he said reaching for one of the beers. “ Isn’t it like impossible for vampires to get drunk, “ Joline said very tipsily.

he slammed the heel of his leather-clad palm on the steering wheel with a snarl. "What are you talking about." Ace fished out his phone, used the facial reconstruction to unlock it, and then handed it to me. It was already opened to a video that began playing. I recognized the setting immediately. It was another frat party in the same house I had been in. Red and blue solo cups were strewn across the cream carpets that held unknown stains — I didn't even want to know what those stains were.

maybe . What should i do, dammit! ****

Her lips curled into a smile that was terrifyingly cold. She spoke. Her voice, captured by the high-fidelity microphones inside the cell, filled the control room. It was raspy from disuse, scratchy like dry leaves, but laced with unmistakable provocation. "Landon Voss," she whispered, her voice echoing in the surround sound. "Your fish are hungry." Landon chuckled, a low, vibrating sound in his chest. He pressed the intercom button, his voice smooth and abrasive all at once, like sandpaper gliding over velvet.

My voice betrays me. Fuck.