Radio Voice Pulp

The midnight silence was dense, the room cast in deep shades of blue, and the faint scent of paper filled the air. Her fingers brushed the edge of the open book, tracing the curve of a sentence. As her gaze glided over the page, a voice cut through the stillness—not in her head, but close, too close, as if the words themselves had been spoken against her skin. “You kept me waiting.” His voice was low, smooth like velvet but edged with something darker. She froze, the book slipping in her grip as her gaze darted around the room but nothing stirred beyond the faint hum of the night. "You’re... you’re just words on a page," she whispered, her voice catching. The denial sounded weak, even to her own ears, and she hated how her heart thudded in response, as if already answering his call. He chuckled—soft, dangerous. "Is that what you believe?" She swallowed, resisting the pull of his voice, her fingers gripping the edges of the book tighter as if it would anchor her to reality. “You aren't real.” “Not real?” he chuckled darkly, a whisper brushing against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “Then why are you trembling, Little one?” The words curled around her, lingering like smoke in the dark. And then—he was gone, his presence slipping away as if he had never been there. But she knew—This wasn’t over. He’d be back. And next time, she wouldn’t be able to resist.

A male antagonist who was tortured to hell by those that are close to him. later did he realize what the eyes of the government and their voices are. Thus he chose to live the life of being an serial killer.

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…]

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."

After losing his mother to tonic slavery in the X mines, Aiden is left to fend for himself while on the mission to find his father. After successfully getting a ticket for the Project X unveiling, Aiden embarks on his journey to find the hidden secrets within the project. "Welcome to CraftWorld." an automated female voice brought Aiden back to consciousness as he was bewildered by the new scenery he found himself in. This was not what happened. The last he could remember was phasing ablaze on top of a bridge and now he was here with a voice in his head. Now equipped with a system, Aiden ventures into the unknown hoping to find answers in this new world.

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.

It was a very normal day for the inhabitants of planet Earth when an emotionless robotic voice resounded in every creature's mind. "Unawakened Planet#54673242 discovered" "Initiating Awakening" When mankind had finally adapted to these changes, the voice of the System rang once again. "Tutorial has ended. A war will be initiated for the ownership of Planet#54673242." Mankind fought long and hard but they were still no match for their enemies. Mankind lost. Ezekiel or Zeke as his friends knew him, was a researcher. He was one of the wisest humans and there was a spear sticking through his chest. As he was dying, he heard the System's voice. "Activation prerequisites met." "Activating Skill: Glitch???" "Remaining Uses: None" The last thing he heard before dying was, "You human vermin finally lost. This planet now belongs to the...wait! What is happening? Why is the Sys@#$%@$..." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is a regression novel. Also, check out my other book, Chaos Chronicles: Rise of the Cosmic Archon[Remastered] Cover by Forteller. For comissions, contact him at: maxisjay7@gmail.com

"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?

Wu Jinyan witnessed a road accident but never thought just a simple favour of donating her blood to the patient would bring her a free husband. Only after getting married, did she come to know her husband was the walking load of gold, the city's top businessman, Gu Zichen. -- "Holding hands, walking down the streets, had all the fun we made the best memories All those kisses, all that bliss I know, it was momentary I've seen too many movies there's no perfect love story What a shame, whom to blame we've got no love, no love no love in our story You don't have to be sorry There's nothing for us to worry Why don't we end this? just like we should Why not go our separate ways? cause we've got no love, no love no love..." Mr. Gu gave a downcast look with a gloomy heart while listening to the latest hit song playing on the radio. He seemed to not understand the reason for his wife to run away from the country. Unknown to him, the person who sang the song was his wife. --- All the songs and scripts mentioned in the novel are original and written by the author. *The cover picture doesn't belong to me, all credits to the owner*

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?

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?

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?

This is the story of an extremely lazy student whose only aspiration in life is to lay on his bed all day and slumber away. Meet Aiden. His life had been rather simple so far. He heads to the academy, sleeps through his classes, returns home, exterminates the aliens that come through the portal every once in a while, showers, eats dinner, and then heads to bed. Rinse and repeat. However, with the arrival of a transfer student who was too nosy for her own good, she accidentally encountered one of his secrets, the one about the aliens, and so began the domino chain of misunderstandings popping up here and there. "He's not lazy. It's just... he's tired from defending our world from evil." "Hey! Call him lazy and I'll beat you to a pulp. Say it again, I dare you." "If he, the most hardworking student at our academy is considered lazy then... all of us are lazy. No, we might as well be corpses." Aiden, hearing all these defensive statements about him began to wonder, "What are they talking about? I'm not sleeping because I'm tired from fighting those aliens. I'm sleeping because class is boring and I want to sleep. I'm... I'm hardworking? Hahaha, I don't even want to get out of bed every morning. "

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.

Minju is a scholar student of the infamous Geumii Performing Arts University. She has been selected as the President of the Geumii Mogsoli Events Committee. The members of the committee are her close friends. However, In the midst of her final year at the university, a dating rumour has made her a target of horrendous pranks and stalkers along with turning some of her friends into her rivals. How are Minju and her friends going to protect her, themselves, their secrets and navigate friendships and love with a very real looming threat?

Beaten to a pulp day by day, exploited, manipulated and forced to live day by day like a slave to the bullies at school. With no hope of revenge, Davis only hoped he could finally shut his eyes forever but even that was not granted to him. Fed up with his life he decides to take a crazy risk "since they don't want to grant me rest then I'll grant them." He finally took revenge at the expense of his life only to be brought back as the abandoned son of the most notorious mafia boss in the entire world. To others being a mafia boss's son may be cool but Davis was the abandoned son of the mafia boss, even bottom tier street gangs had more recognition than him and to top it off he had to take care of his abandoned mother. but fate didn't forget to give him a cheat to get started. After alot of twist and turns, watch as Davis turns from a regular youngster to the ruler of mafia.

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.]

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.

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.

l y a 10 ans, le monde a basculé dans le chaos suite à l'événement connu sous le nom de "KY event". Depuis, l'humanité n'est plus que l'ombre d'elle-même, avec une infection ravageuse qui a transformé la majorité des êtres humains en créatures sans âme. Les rares survivants se battent pour leur existence, avec un espoir qui vacille entre vie et mort. Dans ce récit sombre et intense, on suit des âmes brisées errant à travers un paysage dévasté, cherchant désespérément un refuge et un semblant d'humanité. Chaque rencontre est empreinte de terreur, chaque souvenir douloureux, et chaque décision, un dilemme moral complexe. Lorsqu'un message radio annonce l'existence d'une zone sûre au Canada, un nouvel espoir se dessine. Mais dans un monde où la mort rôde à chaque coin, cet espoir pourrait bien se transformer en un piège mortel. Ce livre explore la fine ligne entre l'espoir et le désespoir, entre la vie et la mort. Car ici, la survie n'est pas un droit, c'est un combat de chaque instant. Mais au fond, est-ce vraiment une histoire de survie, ou celle d'une fin inéluctable ?

The war in the kingdom intensified, and the orcs from the North were ready to take action. They traveled through time and became the ninth son of a Count. He was not qualified to inherit the title, but accidentally obtained the daily intelligence system. With the help of the daily intelligence system, he began to build a territory and obtain a title. [Daily information has been updated] [1: Renn was wandering around the Lucerne town market today and accidentally bought a life fruit from Mijie’s pulp shop. After taking it, he officially condensed the life seeds] [2: In the northern part of your territory, there is an extremely rich iron mine among the Golimbo tribe] [3: In ten days, your territory will be attacked by tauren] [4. After seven days, there will be a group of unicorns looking for food in the west of your territory] 【5：…………】 [6: Engel Dressrosa seems to have some troubles, coming from the limitations of his own strength] 【7:……】 This is a translation, All credit goes to the original author: If life is just like a dream

Jian Yan has always been obsessed with making money and suffers from misandry; she harbors no illusions about love. However, the appearance of one person, especially his voice, makes her whole world fall in love.

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.

Summary HI. Everyone This story is about a journey to the top by an arrogant and pervert boy named Trevor who met a prideful system after he died from an infamous truck- kun. Along the way, where he faces powerful immortals, gods many other creatures and beats them to pulp and there are no things he can't do but there is one thing he can't avoid is to getting trolled by his system which treats him as a slave System: [Slave have pride in what you do. The moment you lose your pride, then it's a one-way ticket to hell].