Guantanamo Voices

"In a world where silence hides secrets, she hears everything... Growing up, Ava knew fear all too well. Her parents’ cruelty left scars deeper than anyone could see—except for her. Because Ava isn’t ordinary. She can hear people’s thoughts, each one revealing hidden truths, silent lies, and dark desires. Then one night, her parents are found dead. With no clues as to who did it, she’s taken in by a quiet stranger who seems to know more than he lets on. Her new life promises safety, but also secrets—secrets that whisper in her mind and hint at a past far darker than she could have imagined. As Ava digs deeper, she realizes that the key to unlocking her past could cost her everything. But to find out the truth, she’ll have to risk listening to the voices she fears most.

"If someone has to become the strongest, why can't it be me?" An unfortunate young man, brought to another world by a meteor, voices his unwillingness with a defiant roar. I just want to create a fantastical world that doesn't seem too unreal. Pre-reading Reminder 1: If you think human nature can simply be divided into good or bad, proceed with caution. Pre-reading Reminder 2: If you believe a sect is just a crowd of people flattering the protagonist, proceed with caution. Pre-reading Reminder 3: If you think the whole world is a stage for the protagonist to show off, and all people are merely stepping stones for the protagonist, proceed with caution.

Enchant with Magic, Execute with Guns and Engage with Cooking. Three things with nothing in relation to each other, but then again, when was there ever logic in this world? Awakening from death in another world of infinite possibilities with voices in his head and a gun on his hip, Tristan set sail. Ancient Leviathans, Mighty Dragons, Mythical Titans and more, Tristan would have to deal with them all in this new world as an outsider not burdened by it. And was he up to the task? Well... Let's find out shall we?

Do you ever imagine there's another world running right beside ours? . . . “Why don’t we put this in?" A woman speaks, her voice smooth, almost affectionate. “Nah, that’s too overpowered. Let’s add something different. Something… darker.” Then, a man’s voice interrupts, firm and unyielding. “Hey! Why don’t we make him a vampire?” The woman’s voice perks up, excited. A chill goes through me. Make what! vampire? Who! Me?! What—what are they talking about? The man lets out a skeptical grunt. “A vampire? Sure, that’s interesting, but it's too OP. Let's add something to balance it.” “Okay, okay,” she says, her tone still light, as though designing some casual new toy. “But let’s change the species—no blood-sucking from humans. It’s been done to death, too cliché right?” Blood-sucking? Humans? My mind spins. Are they actually talking about turning me into… some kind of creature? “Well,” the man chuckles, “there’s plenty else he could prey on in this world, isn’t there? We’ll give him something else to feed on.” The voices continue, completely oblivious to my horror. I lie helpless, only able to listen as they throw around options, shaping me, deciding my fate. My heart—if I even have one—pounds in the emptiness. I can’t see, move, or speak. But in their hands, I’m becoming something, one twisted decision at a time.

In a world of magic and monsters, 12-year-old Lyra is an orphaned street adventurer, struggling to provide for herself and her little sister, Emmy. Life is hard, but Lyra clings to her dreams of gaining enough strength to protect them both from the dangers lurking in every shadow. When she stumbles upon a mysterious tailor’s shop, filled with armor and artifacts that carry voices from beyond, Lyra unknowingly steps onto a path of power, mystery, and revenge. Guided by whispers of the past, and haunted by her parents’ tragic deaths at the hands of a secretive organization, she begins to unravel a dark conspiracy that reaches far beyond her small town. But with every step, Lyra must decide: How much of herself will she sacrifice to gain the power she seeks?

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."

[Potential user detected. Starting the affinity test...] [Affinity over 95%. Starting the contract with the potential user.] [Does the potential user accept the terms of the agreement?] In his unconscious state, Thomas could hear several voices in his mind, but in his current state of near death, how could he say anything? [The silence was perceived as confirmation. Procedure to register Thomas Ries as a single user. Please, do not die before the procedure is completed.] [Starting all system functions. Time to finish: 10 seconds.] [Procedure completed. Welcome to the Deity Index System.] Author notes: Hello everyone I'm StormEliteVII. The same author of the novel Supreme Origin: Time King. This time it is my fourth time writing a novel after I learned much in these past couple years. I hope you all enjoy the reading. Chapter releases are Monday, Wednesday and Friday

David Marsh's carefree existence was disrupted when the shocking news of his classmate Harold Carter's attempted suicide reverberated through the school halls. As he struggled to comprehend the turmoil that had driven his classmate to such desperation, a mysterious voice echoed within David's mind. The voice, friendly and benevolent, harbored no sinister intent. Instead, it extended an unexpected request which was to pay a visit to the paranormal hospital where Harold had been left alone.

Malia has to make a choice: either let the curse into herself, or risk losing her father. She chooses to let it in, and the mark of the cursed is transferred to her from her father. A young girl of fifteen, bearing a curse because of her father's actions, and the only way to lift the curse is to kill the entire bloodline of the Lunate family. But, even after the curser is dead, Malia continues to hear voices and experience other supernatural events. And her family is isolated from the rest of the world. She fell inlove, but then they discovered that her lover is actually a member of the lunate family and is the last of the curser's bloodline. Malia is again faced with a terrible choice; she has to kill the boy she loves in order to break the curse. Can she do it? Does she ever find peace or happiness after all that's happened?

Unruly gods Caelum, Lucius, and Riven were banished to the mortal world for raging countless wars in the immortal realm. For a thousand years, their immortal souls wandered aimlessly. Until a young boy heard their voices.

[Warning!!!] . [Risk of Danger!Alert!] . . [High levels of poison detected in the blood system] . [Countermeasures activated] With those words in a robotic voice. I felt my head ache then I collapsed due to all the pain.

A simple, miserable, pitiful, and useless life, and a long, hopeless, slow, and painful end, and alone in injustice.. "No... I want to die..." "I don't want to die..." "I... I don't want to die like this...!" "One chance..." "One chance...one more chance...just one more chance..." "If I get just one more chance, I'll work hard to change it." [notice!] [You have fulfilled the condition of the royal artifacts] [The desire to change the course of life] [You have earned the right to get another chance in life in exchange for completing a mission] [The mission: Subjugate a million women under your rule] [Do you accept the mission...?] [Yes or no] The eyes of the young man who was looking at the appearance of this dim green window in front of him widened and he heard the voices of an extremely beautiful and generous woman echoing in his head as he listened and looked at this window in front of him for a while, after which he answered the voices of the beautiful woman in his head.

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

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?

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…]

In the land of Drakastradorn, where magic exists, so does many races..friendly, neutral or hostile, exists a race called "The above order", leaded by the order of the crimsons, & the queen Marafyre THE absolute, a tyrannical monarch, standing against the hierarchy is The rebel alliance of Drakastradorn, one man woke up, not knowing much what happened, his name was Shotaro, Mugyiwara Shotaro, woke in a jungle naked, he meets an Elf ranger & befriended her, but there was a problem, Shotaro, althroght knew he was from earth, had a blury past, he didn't knew how he was transported in this world..was it a truck?.....was it a train or bus?...did he got summoned, he doesn't know, he gets cursed with fate worse than. death by a black Katana that keeps following him around, along with the misfortune ridden artefact he is hearing voices, he must also find the secret of those voices...that tell him to..save people ..Keep moving forward . Shotaro: journey of a hero is an action pack, dark, gritty, r rated story about a man that kept moving beyond the misfortune of his new life, it also have the charm of the isekai genre... but presents it in a different way.

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

Tahir, yearning for a beast hunter's life, remains an outsider in a society preparing for another war with the Aliens. A mysterious package arrives, containing a letter from the military academy and a peculiar box labeled "System." This unexpected turn awakens him to hidden abilities and the unsettling presence of two voices within his mind. Unfolding the journey with his "System." Is he destined to be a warrior, a beast hunter, or something else entirely? Can he forge his own path while embracing the looming conflict? Join Tahir on his extraordinary journey as he unlocks the "System's" potential, navigates the voices' guidance, and faces the uncertainties of war. Can he unravel the mysteries of his past and claim his place in a world teetering on the brink? Discover the answers in this captivating tale of self-discovery, hidden truths, and the fight for survival in a world on the brink.

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.

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 and give justice to the depraved.

Raynard, discharged from military service, encounters a woman turned fox with nine tails. Becoming his patron, she grants him warlock powers. During their meeting, she visions his future without him knowing what his future holds. “Only nine will be chosen”, were the words the woman said after she banishes. Raynard, unaware what those words mean hears voices in his head giving him instructions of who will be worthy. He starts his journey by finding the young chosen. Rated PG 13, will contain the following: • violence • gore • minor drug and alcohol use • minor strong language • physical intimacy (romantically, not sexually)

In the night you hear a screech and then the sound of a body falling to the ground "Am I going to die? I would have liked to live longer. If I had another chance to live I would like it to be in an anime world" {Creating a body in an anime world} "Am I hearing voices? I must be delirious. Anyway, if I could be reincarnated I would like to have the powers of Rimuru Tempest when he becomes the demon king in MHA" {Creating a body in the MHA world and adding Rimuru's powers} {ERROR the subject would explode} {Changing Quirks for Magicules} {Success, successful reincarnation}

"Someday I'll kill you." Waylen whispers, into the man's ears. Hooking his slender arms around his neck teasingly. "Im always waiting my little amnesiac." The man mocks, licking his red lips. All the aware that a pair of golden scissors already drew blood from his throat. Waylen Noel has always lived for his twin sister Chess, so when an old man came, to take one of them away. He volunteered without question. Once a decade, The Estate holds a deathly game in which the winner is granted one wish. Caught between strange magic, sadistic minds, toxic love, and voices within his head, will he make it out still breathing?

"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.

A paragon is an entity of unmatched power and potential, fated to go against the fate of the universe. Each appearance of a paragon has brought great change to the lands of the Primordial Battlefield. After falling victim to the fallacies of late-stage capitalism, I found myself somewhere completely different, and I have a lot of questions. Why is there this [-System-] calling me the Usurper Paragon? Why can't I remember my name? Why am I hearing these weird voices in my head? Why am I... am I... WHY DON'T I HAVE A FACE WHAT'S GOING ON WHAT THE FU- The image was found on Pinterest under the user "nikssi", but I'm not sure if they were the original creator. If you own this image and would like my to take it down, or want proper credit, lmk

Volume 1- A painful death, all due to a misunderstanding. Julian sat there, hopeless. His death was imminent. Slowly, it all went black. "I'm... alive?" To Julian's surprise, he was not exactly dead. - Volume 2- The classroom was filled with incoherent chatter and babble, a combination of all the conversations mixed together, coming into a single ear. "Settle down, class! A former student is returning!" The normally loud classroom began to lower there voices, all shocked by the sudden and random information. No one was informed about this besides the teachers. The whispers and faint conversations continued. Creak... The door pushed open. A familiar face stepped into the classroom.

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.