Jjk Voice

Discord link :-https://discord.gg/VYpeADXd38 join for character artworks *ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear. "Hello..." he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth. "Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?" a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab. The boy, referred to as the "Pissed-up Prat" by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, "Who is this?" "What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!" the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent. The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked. As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state. The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine. Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, "Whose shop is this?" In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind. [The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

A broken heart, shattered trust, and a mind drowning in torment—she seeks freedom from a world that only knows how to hurt her. Under the full moon’s cold light, her final choice echoes a haunting question: Can true peace only be found in the silence of escape?

ever wonder what happens after someone dies well here's what happens note: this is just a story to express my little world and It takes content from jjk and other anime show but the story is my own I don't own jjk and but the ideas inspired are my own

All I ever wanted was for famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Arsène Lupin to appear in my dreams and share their wisdom. But instead, why am I hearing the voices of notorious serial killers in my head, guiding me to solve a string of mysterious cases?

A divine system voice in people's thoughts caused the ruin of contemporary society. The creatures had appeared all throughout the earth, ushering humans into a new era. The period in which only the strong will survive! The period during which defenseless, weak ones are trampled! Leo had lived in such a world for five years before dying in an demonic horde. As he descended from the clouds, the same angelic voice echoed in his consciousness. [Host Leonard Wright is nearing the end of his life.] [Reborn successful…]

And the voice said, "You shall become a Slayer" Update frequency: 1ch/w. Background isn't mine, if your the author just drop down a review if you want it removed. Other than that enjoy the novel

In the idyllic coastal village of Vanhelm, a young farmer named Aelred leads a peaceful life with his family. But their idyllic existence shatters when ruthless soldiers clad in turquoise surcoats storm the village, leaving a trail of fire and death in their wake. Witnessing the brutal slaying of his parents and siblings, Aelred is filled with rage. Just as despair threatens to consume him, a mysterious voice offers a lifeline - a chance for vengeance and a second shot at life. Driven by grief and a thirst for justice, Aelred accepts the voice's bargain, embarking on a path of power that will transform him from a nobody into a force to be reckoned with.

"Congratulations on dying and coming back my dear husband " Hearing a beautiful voice say that Clay opened his eyes. What greeted him was not the usual white ceiling of his hospital room. Instead it a vast blue sky.

My life is surrounded by misfortune, where I have to endure the greed of men out there. No one pities me; instead, they treat me as an object to be sold. The amount mentioned was so enormous that it made my eyes widen in shock. Never before had I heard of such a sum for my frail body. Even so, who would want their body sold to a lecherous man? But then, the deep voice of a man who had just arrived broke the auctioneer's concentration. He was so different, though I couldn't see his face. But that voice had a profound impact on me.

"Genevieve, don't you get it?" Jonathan's voice was laced with a hint of frustration, his words cutting through the air like a sharp blade. "I don't love you, and I never have," he continued, his tone devoid of emotion, leaving Genevieve's heart shattered into a million pieces. "Jonathan, wait... what do you mean?" Genevieve's voice trembled, her words barely above a whisper, as she struggled to comprehend the harsh reality. But Jonathan's expression remained resolute, his eyes cold and unyielding. "I love you, Genevieve, but I can't imagine a life with you," he said, his voice cracking with a mix of guilt and relief. "The wedding is off, I can't do this to myself," he declared, his words echoing through the room like a death sentence. Genevieve's world crumbled around her, her dreams shattered, her heart broken. "I'm sorry for telling you now," Jonathan said, his voice laced with regret, but it was too late, the damage was done. "Please stay," Genevieve begged, her voice cracking with desperation, but Jonathan was already gone, leaving her with a shattered heart. "I hope you find someone else," he said, his parting words a cruel twist of the knife, "someone who will love you like you deserve." But Genevieve's mind was a blur, her thoughts consumed by the anguish of Jonathan's rejection. She was lost in a sea of despair, unable to escape the pain that threatened to engulf her. Until Jayjay's soft voice pierced through the darkness, "Wake up, sleeping beauty." Genevieve's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto her cousin's concerned face. "What are you doing in my room?" she asked, her voice husky from sleep, her mind still reeling from the vivid nightmare.

[A Danmei Story] Zhen Lixin wakes up after a long sleep, only to find himself as a complete stranger. When all his memories are gone, his journey to unveil the story around him is afoot, accompanied by a strange voice in his head. Will the voice within guide him on the path to truth or lead him further into the shadows of uncertainty?

Antoine, a hermit living deep in the Himalayas, wakes up one morning with a blue screen in front of his face. An ancient and drowsy voice informs him that Earth has evolved and that the system will be linked...

In the kingdom of Draconia, where ancient legends still live, Selinia, a young woman scarred by her past, seeks to escape from her cruel family. As an illegitimate daughter, Selinia has faced abuse from her family. When her father, in a desperate attempt to avoid execution, tells a grand lie that his daughter possesses a magical voice that can slow down – or even break – the curse, Selinia is thrust into a dangerous game. King Theodore, cursed with dark powers and only one year left to live , decides to go along with the desperate man’s tale, bringing Selinia to the castle. There, she discovers that her father has made her out to be someone with a powerful voice, even though it isn’t true. Determined to gain the freedom she has always longed for, Selinia chooses to use whatever tricks she can to deceive the king. However, as she fights for her own survival, she faces complex challenges and entanglements in a world full of deceit and darkness. Will Selinia be able to save herself, or will she fall victim to the dark legacy of Draconia?

What is even human existance? what will happen to our thoughts are we die? this thinking in the brain? the voice in your brain that's reading this what will happen?

When I woke up in an unknown place, I heard a voice in my head. [Ding ~ Congratulations host, you have obtained a beginner's package, does the host want to open it?] Is this is it a system? I said open in my heart. [Ding ~ Congratulations host gets a special khodam gacha.] Looking at the gacha prize, I saw familiar names, such as the nine-tailed fox, sunwukong, and other great creatures. Okay, the system starts gacha, after waiting for a while the system voice sounded again [Ding ~ Congratulations host gets the Ancient Kraken Khodam.]

Kael had been awake for days, haunted by the same vision every time he closed his eyes. It started the same way—his father’s voice calling his name, followed by the unbearable pressure in his chest, and then the darkness. He saw the Stone of Raelith, glowing with an eerie, pulsating light, before everything was consumed by shadow. Then came the voice—a voice not of this world, promising power and death in equal measure.

We follow the two friends, Judari and Rito, as they embark on their journey to become Sigil Knights, both have their reason, and we can only hope they reach their goal. This is just one story out of many.

I am re-uploading this story, as I couldn't upload chapters because I was in a hospital, thanks for understanding. -------------------------- That day a voice came from the sky, “Your god sold Your world no.0x2233n45 to an outer god, the merging will start in 30 minutes” changing everything. The people started panicking,” What is happening “ “What was that voice” We thought that it was some prank was then we heard the voice again, “System initiating, evolving the primitive species, giving the random class and skills associated.” When that voice came, I, Lucas, was in my high school hearing it all, Then suddenly a blue screen came in front of my eyes. “Random class selection beginning” After that voice said that, suddenly some cards came out from the blue screen, the voice said “Choose one card as your class” And In panic, I chose one of the many cards, “Congratulations on getting a unique class, Necromancer, the skills will now be allocated” “Check your status for more information, be sure to survive ^_^ “

As the light dims from James, he whispers I hope my family doesn't miss me much. As the voices of those around him slowly fade, a massive silence falls over him. James slowly sinks into the void of nothingness. (granted my child) says a voice that nobody seems to hear. Watch how James reincarnated and became an immortal king. AI PICTURE

Adele’s voice has a unique power—one that reaches into the hearts of listeners and pulls out emotions they never knew they had. For me, her music has been more than just a soundtrack; it’s been a companion through life’s toughest and most beautiful moments. In The Melody of Adele: How Her Voice Mirrors My Soul, I explore the deep connection I feel with Adele’s songs and how they have shaped my understanding of love, loss, and self-discovery. Through personal reflections, I share how Adele’s raw talent, emotional depth, and unapologetic authenticity have influenced me. Her songs gave me strength when I felt weak, hope when I was lost, and a voice when I didn’t have the words. This memoir is a tribute to an artist who has not only touched millions but has helped me understand my own heart. For anyone who has ever felt deeply connected to music, this book is a journey through the ways Adele’s voice can resonate with the soul and heal from within.

My life is surrounded by misfortune, where I have to endure the greed of men out there. No one pities me; instead, they treat me as an object to be sold. The amount mentioned was so enormous that it made my eyes widen in shock. Never before had I heard of such a sum for my frail body. Even so, who would want their body sold to a lecherous man? But then, the deep voice of a man who had just arrived broke the auctioneer's concentration. He was so different, though I couldn't see his face. But that voice had a profound impact on me.

A life caught between reality and reflection, always searching for a place where I truly belong.

max was on deaths door when he touched a crack in the air waking up in a forest with a weird voice in his head and windows popping up around him how does he act

These dark figures creep at me from every corner. The voice, that only can hear. That same voice one day made me lose my mind. That same voice made me a murderer. Su: " It will use me until I rust" Yong: "God is just hypnotic data, the more you think about it the more doppelganger it will be.

A child cursed from birth or maybe not totally cursed ok fine he is cursed but just a little bit

Your smile, Your scent, Your body, Your voice, I was so hypnotized by you, That I didn't feel the unhealthy obsession creeping in, threatening to shatter you into pieces.

"Please stop!" A child's voice rang out. "Do not tell me what to do, you bastard!" A woman's voice screamed out in anger. "P-Please m-mom." The child begged in a trembling voice as he cowered further into himself with his back against the falling apart cabinet in the rusty kitchen. "DO.NOT.TELL.ME.WHAT.TO.DO!" The woman screamed in anger, her voice tenfold higher in octave as the boy before her flinched violently and enters a world of panic attack. "Do not tell me what to do, Rose." The woman mumbled to herself like a mad woman as she searched around for something, not minding her son who was in a panic attack state. "Why is it empty?" She mumbled, picking up an empty beer bottle. Receiving no reply from her son, she grew livid. " I asked, WHY IS THIS EMPTY?!" She screamed out and held the bottle in a vice grip, then smashed it angrily on her son's head. Little Ross who was still in his state of panic could only hear loud ringing sound and a thick red liquid gliding down his face before all he was was black.

Hazel thinks her life is going great—until she begins to hear voices in her head, telling her to come home to Moon Gold pack. Troubled and scared, she decides to heed these voices. Little did she know that the voices would lead her straight into the arms of her former mate, Alpha Kieran. When Kieran gets poisoned by certain witches, Hazel is led to save his life by searching for an antidote. This leads her to her heritage as the Witch Queen, and into the arms of another dark Alpha, Xavier. Caught between two powerful Alphas with her mate's baby growing inside of her, what decision will she make? Will she get married to Xavier to save Kieran's life?