The Cursed Voice

The Cursed Voice

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Vivienne's life completely changes at her very young age. It turned upside down in just the use of her voice. The Voice. People had always called it The Cursed Voice. ╰┈➤ Vivienne Forrest, is a confused girl who has many questions about her life. She thought she had a normal life with her single mother that lived with her. Until one day she discovers something. With her voice, she can control anyone. But she discovers that nastily and her life turns to hell in just the day she used her voice. She is a broken, mistreated, kindhearted girl which nobody listened to her and locked her away in a cold empty cave for eight years. She becomes bloodthirsty and seeks for revenge when Rhys Caldwell, the one who had her locked up in the cave asks her to work on a mission with them. If she refuses, she'll be executed. She has no choice but to work with her enemy. But she has a plan. A plan that would bring Neanderthal, the agency she's working for, down to a deep grovel she'll dig. But something changes, feelings start to get through her plan and many secrets start to cover her eyes. Which one will she give up? Her love? Or her revenge?
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Everyone thought she was dead. They were wrong. Now she's hunting two sisters who don't even know why. Staying alive? That's the biggest fight of all. | Here's a teaser: Then, she felt it again. But this time, the skin wasn't that cold. It was quite warm. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to prepare herself for what she might see, and looked down. That didn't help her at all though, she still gasped, her gasp echoing eerily in the quiet night air; her heart still raced as though in a marathon; her breathing still hitched; a shiver still ran sharply down her spine. There was Vivienne, lying in the grass, a bullet through her heart, limbs mangled, blood everywhere, eyes lifeless. Lydia-against all her instincts-kneeled down beside Vivienne's body, squeezing her wrist tightly. There was no pulse. | I would really appreciate it if u vote and comment! I don't mind criticism!

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