Voice Sentence Examples
His voice was controlled.
My voice is harsh and I cannot sing.
A sweet voice called from another room.
His voice was warm and gentle.
The manly voice again interrupted the artillery officer.
Her voice sounded so serious and so sad that the chirping of the birds was silenced at once.
Suddenly, however, he was struck by a voice coming from the shed, and its tone was so sincere that he could not but listen.
He recognized the agreeable, philosophizing voice with pleasure.
Oh, you clever people, said a third manly voice interrupting them both.
There Platon Karataev was sitting covered up--head and all--with his greatcoat as if it were a vestment, telling the soldiers in his effective and pleasant though now feeble voice a story Pierre knew.
AdvertisementHis voice was gruff, and his brows were drawn together in a frown... and yet the blue eyes twinkled with humor.
At the mournful note in her voice, he hugged her tightly.
Suddenly he heard a familiar voice repeating something to him a second time.
Her voice was unsteady.
Her voice turned sour.
AdvertisementHer voice has an aspirate quality; there seems always to be too much breath for the amount of tone.
And the owner of the manly voice, evidently an infantry officer, laughed.
That affair was the same thing as this soldier with the harsh voice, and it was that affair and this soldier that were so agonizingly, incessantly pulling and pressing his arm and always dragging it in one direction.
It is all quite the same to me, answered a voice struggling with tears.
His voice had an annoyed edge.
AdvertisementAs he spoke the voice came so near to Zeb that he jumped back in alarm.
The hostility in his voice and expression was unnerving.
A deep voice spoke from behind her.
His voice reached out to her from only a few feet away.
Jimmy's scratchy voice came across the intercom.
AdvertisementDamian heard the uneasy note in her voice and looked her over, his gaze lingering at her hips, where her weapons should've been.
He forced calmness into his voice as the thought of a wayward body resurrected very unpleasant memories.
Dean asked, trying to control the quiver in his voice.
He could tell from her muffled voice she was crying.
Cynthia said, with anger in her voice.
A female voice he didn't recognize—but definitely not Larkin's—told him the sheriff would be available in thirty minutes.
Randy said, resignation in his voice.
There was ice in Cynthia's voice.
Cynthia and Fred emerged from the kitchen at the sound of his voice.
Then he mocked in sing-song voice, "'Just as long as I get that one pretty piece with a view!'"
A tired voice asked for him by name.
A male voice answered and after Dean explained about the bone, he was told to bring it over.
His voice was thoughtful.
The voice was low and quiet.
The dry note in his voice made her think he had his own inside joke.
There was genuine uneasiness in her voice that drew his interest.
The edge in his voice and the flash of his eyes made Gabe hide a smile.
The desperation in her voice drew his attention.
While male, this voice wasn't Gabriel's.
It was Gabriel's voice.
The sound of her sister's voice made her throat tighten.
She looked up at Molly's voice.
Then he heard the voice again.
The conversation was general and animated, thanks to Princess Lise's voice and little downy lip that lifted over her white teeth.
He was answered by a voice which informed him of the resolution just arrived at.
Your excellency! answered Alpatych, immediately recognizing the voice of his young prince.
Hopefully her voice sounded more composed than she felt.
His voice was so calm that she wasn't sure she had heard him right.
I heard several clicks before I heard a surprised male voice.
When I dialed, it went to voice mail, but he returned my call in a matter of minutes.
He heard the soft voice again.
The gravity in his voice made her afraid of what was to come.
His voice never conveyed emotion.
She was half afraid to speak, fearful that a quake in her voice would expose her trepidation.
There was too much resentment in his voice for it to be the result of one week with the human she created.
For a moment he was certain the familiar voice of a woman was a memory, perhaps brought on by standing in Deidre's apartment.
By the tremor in her voice, she knew she'd lost this one as well as he did.
Like her adoptive mother, Destiny was mesmerized by the chocolate gaze and rich deep voice.
Lori's voice brought Carmen's attention back to the visitor.
Lori's voice held an edge.
He pealed Destiny from his neck and handed her to Carmen, his voice softening as he spoke to Destiny.
There was something about him... the way he moved and even the way he spoke, soft and gentle with such a deep warm voice.
She kept her voice even.
His voice was stern again.
Lori asked in a cool voice.
His voice was full of humor.
He was back again and his voice sounded concerned.
Carmen choked out in a voice that didn't sound like her own.
She was lifted to her feet and Bill spoke to her in a calm voice.
His voice was a monotone as he informed Carmen about Alex's condition.
At first, the only thing missing was the sound of Alex's voice.
By day he was the man she married – less a voice.
Infected by the terror in his voice, she sat up and flipped on the light.
His deep voice sounded so good!
The hand on her waist tightened and his voice was filled with emotion.
Confidence returned to Alex with his voice and the nightmares stopped.
For the first week after he regained his voice, they were all so busy enjoying the return to normal life that Carmen forgot about his father.
It is good to hear your voice again.
Daniela's voice was heavy with disapproval.
He kept his voice firm and cold, unwilling to give on either point.
There was silent laughter in his voice.
Wynn's voice made her jump.
His quiet voice made her turn.
There was a note of familiar anger in his voice.
His voice was low.
Gabe asked in a level voice.
The kids all turned at her voice.
She was halfway to the portal when the low, unfamiliar voice reached her.
His voice came from the hallway.
Deidre laughed, not caring about the note of hysteria in her voice.
With a low brow and piercing gaze, gravelly voice, a perfectly sculpted body and rugged features, Gabriel was the sexiest man she'd ever seen.
The stormy note was back in his voice.
Wynn's voice was quiet.
Gabriel's gravelly voice reminded her of one of the reasons she'd snapped in the first place.
The frustration in his voice was clear.
The bitterness in his voice was not lost on Gabe.
There was something else in his voice she couldn't quite place.
Though he always sounded quietly confident, the new note in his voice was one of calm self-assurance.
At the unfamiliar voice, she faced the two men standing outside her kitchen.
His voice was hard.
There was laughter in Gabriel's voice.
He heard the edge of desperation in her voice.
Sometimes, she heard longing in his voice, the same yearning she experience for him.
No fighting you, she said in a hushed voice.
She spun at the voice, startled to see Mr. Checkmate, the man she'd met on the beach when she arrived at the Sanctuary the first time.
Dr. Wynn's voice penetrated the haze.
She couldn't voice the words.
Gabriel's voice was quieter.
The voice of the friendly nurse from the nurse's station brought her back from her thoughts.
She heard Toby's chipper voice as he invited the death dealer to share some cocoa with him.
Entertain me, the male voice down the corridor said.
She turned, not sure if she heard his voice or if he was in her head.
Gabriel.s voice was quiet.
Gabriel's quiet voice came from the doorway.
His order was calm, the slight accent in his voice foreign.
He dismissed his uneasy thoughts at his eldest brother's accented voice.
Andre pressed with brotherly concern in his voice.
He whirled at the all too familiar voice and sprung to his feet.
Sasha's voice stopped him again.
Its voice was hoarse, and it spoke with a small lisp.
The voice sounded like the sultry growl of a woman, but it had short hair and no breasts.
Lankha's voice was almost sing-song.
The voice came from a cell down the hall.
The masculine voice gave a surprised laugh, and he pressed his face to the bars.
She never thought she'd want to hear the monster's voice.
Katie exclaimed, never as happy as that moment to hear Hannah's voice.
She blinked and turned at the voice, not recognizing the American nerd until her vision cleared.
The voice was unfamiliar.
He didn't catch the sarcasm in her voice; his gaze was trained on a woman clad only in a towel and trailed by steam, emerging from a door along one wall.
Katie almost smiled at his fallen face as the stern voice of the Amazonian-size woman before them.
His voice held an accusatory note that Kris ignored.
His voice grew hushed, as if the all-important guests behind each door might hear him.
She froze at the cultured voice with its rich accent, knowing the woman at the nearest table spoke about her.
The voice of Gabriel was as dark as the room.
At the dangerous note in his voice, she said nothing else.
Jared asked, the confidence in his voice replaced by unease.
Be out of here by nightfall, Kris said at last, his voice quiet and hard.
Gabriel whipped around at the voice, lowering the weapon that emerged instinctively at the sound of a stranger in his home.
Kris.s voice came from the doorway behind her.
Surprised at the raw, bitter note in Sasha.s voice, Kris studied him.
He turned at Kris.s voice.
Kris looked up at Rhyn.s low voice, his gaze lingering.
Tensing, Jade turned to face the direction of the demon.s voice.
The sound of her sister.s voice brought a waterfall of relief.
The dangerous note in his voice drew Kris.s attention.
She couldn.t bring herself to voice the words out loud.
She turned at the familiar voice, pleased and surprised to see Megan, the Immortal warrior who befriended her and showed her around when she arrived to the castle several weeks before.
He looked up at the sweet voice, his anger melting at the sight of Hannah.s pretty face.
I was worried, Kris said in a soft voice.
His voice sounded mechanical to his own ears.
Jade opened the door to leave when Kris.s voice stopped him.
Kris.s voice made her tense.
Again, Rhyn heard the uneven note in Gabriel.s voice.
His heart almost stopped at the grim note in Kris.s voice.
He turned at her voice and saw the girl shaking with her eyes averted from the mess.
She recognized the familiar voice and froze.
Gabriel.s voice startled her, and dread settled deeper into her stomach.
Turn into a bird and carry me with you? she asked, desperation in her voice.
Rhyn.s voice turned raw with emotion.
She jumped at the sound of his voice.
At the quiet resolution in her voice, he turned to face her.
Evelyn sang, her voice muffled through the door.
Jetr's voice grew quieter, and he drew near.
They both turned at the soft voice.
The male voice came from nowhere and everywhere and disturbed the two naked forms on the dark grey bed.
Evelyn's voice was soft.
Evelyn's voice was quiet and respectful.
Lishana's voice was as soft as her features.
Whether or not it translated or whether her voice was enough to alert him, all eyes fell to her before the conversation resumed.
Romas's voice distracted her from her thoughts.
Evelyn's voice preceded her entrance by only a second.
The familiar voice made her frown.
He conveyed his displeasure with his body rather than his voice.
He heard the troubled note in D'Ryn's voice but ignored it.
There was anxiety in her quiet voice.
She didn't recognize the first man's voice, but the second she did.
Talal's voice jarred her.
Her voice was soft and as feminine as her shape.
She hesitated, then ignored the warning edge in his voice.
Anger flared at the tone of his voice.
A'Ran's deep voice saved her from filling the awkward quiet.
There was weariness in his voice that disarmed any offense he felt.
Mansr's scratchy voice was soft.
Mansr's voice was too casual, too even.
Jetr's voice came over the communicator.
A'Ran's low voice came to her through the unseen speaker.
His voice made her jump, and she looked around wildly before she realized A'Ran's voice came from the communicator.
His voice was softer.
His voice was even, as if he tried to ease some of the weight of her decision.
There was a pause, then his uncle's familiar, strained voice.
Mansr's calm voice sent a tremor through him.
He heard Mansr issue orders to others to rally on the moon and Jetr's voice come over the speakers.
The edge of cold rage was gone from his voice.
She'd never thought she'd ever hear A'Ran's voice again, let alone see him!
His voice was husky and low, his grip around her tightening.
I got some ideas and I have a few feelers out, Fred answered, a defensive tone in his voice.
She spoke, venom in her voice.
Dean asked in his sweetest tongue-in-cheek voice.
Effie said with a trembling voice.
A grumpy man answered and Dean tested his sweetest voice.
Dean asked, a no-nonsense tone to his voice.
As he was finishing his conversation, a loud sound came from the kitchen, followed by a sharp cry in a man's voice, and then laughter.
Her voice told him she was as bone-weary as he from her exhausting trip.
We're here at the invitation of the Ouray Police Department, Fitzgerald said, not even attempting to hide the chill in his voice.
Fred lowered his voice.
Fred dipped his voice to a whisper.
Then added, in a mocking voice, 'We were intimate, and all our old love came flowing back!'
Dean said, trying to force a tone of normalcy into his strained voice.
Cynthia's voice was steady, but concerned.
He could hear the smile in her voice.
Dean yelled, his voice echoing up and down the now empty gorge, bouncing about the stone walls and boulders of the narrow ravine.
His own voice was the sole reply.
He was startled by a voice below him, causing him to nearly lose his grasp with its closeness.
Dean yelled, panic in his voice.
She mumbled something he could not understand until he forced concentration, eventually discerning the thin voice whispering The Lord's Prayer.
Either his words or his soothing voice caused the woman to abandon what little self-control she possessed; she threw her arms around him, sobbing.
He felt hands on his shoulders as a voice broke through the madness.
His voice echoed a graveled rasp, "Tell us all you know of Victor."
His voice, in a word, sounded 'haughty'. Connor finally made eye contact, and in a thin whisper said, "I'm really scared."
The whine in her voice made him cringe.
Jackson had taken a step forward, ready to enter the room, but stopped when Connor's voice quieted.
Jackson could hear the worry in her voice.
Her voice sounded rich, and full.
Her eyes, her hair, those legs, the way she moved, her full, rich voice, but mostly that feeling when their eyes connected.
If nothing else, all this upheaval had given him back his musical voice.
Her voice assumed a tone of urgency.
He should have known she could sing by her full, rich speaking voice.
Her voice cracked with the strain, You have made your feelings clear.
Elisabeth's voice sang full and rich.
Her voice held resolve, but a hint of worry sat on her brow, so he hugged her.
She growled in a deep, menacing voice.
When the phone went straight to voice mail, he hung up without leaving a message.
Jackson's voice chafed, barely recognizable, "Let me speak to her."
Katie followed Carmen, her voice a mixture of surprise and humor.
She gently removed his hand from her waist and stepped away from him, repeating the statement in a voice close to a shout.
Her voice was sharp enough to parry his verbal onslaught.
Her voice was approaching panic.
The masculine voice was sharp and commanding.
From behind her his voice instructed gently.
Even his voice held a mocking note.
The girl had been poor, beautiful and with the voice of a dove.
His deep voice was as soft and warm as his gaze.
His voice was warm and husky.
Her voice was as crisp as the morning air and twice as sharp.
It was dark and she couldn't see his expression, but his voice sounded controlled.
Hands urged her back to the bed, and a masculine voice whispered.
She glanced at the woman, trying a scratchy voice.
His voice was gentle, and yet it seemed a little pensive.
The voice was caustic.
It sounded like his voice, but she had never heard that tone.
His voice followed her and when she stopped, he continued.
He reached for her again, his voice husky with emotion.
Her lip quivered and a sob threatened to choke off her voice.
He gazed down into her eyes and his voice was choked with emotion.
She staggered to her feet and tried a voice still scratchy.
His voice gained an edge.
His voice broke and he stepped through the door, slamming it.
The phone rang four times before a sleepy male voice answered.
The voice had lost its sleepy sound.
Hearing his voice did something to hers.
She should tell him no, but she couldn't voice the word.
Unable to trust her voice, she merely shook her head.
His voice faded off as he realized that Lori and Josh were sitting at the opposite end of the table from Carmen.
His voice was husky as he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the window seat.
The soft voice and the little dimple that played at the corner of her mouth when she teased him... she was so beautiful – and so utterly unaware of her charm.
At the familiar voice and stiff order, she struggled into a sitting position.
Mr. Tim's voice was low and quiet.
The masculine voice was low and calm, his speech marked by a Southern drawl.
Guardian's voice penetrated her spinning thoughts.
Some evenings, he talked with her until she lost the edge of worry in her voice.
The Guardian's voice drifted over her personal net.
She knew little about the stranger who called to check on her every day, not even his real name, but she was always cheered by his familiar voice.
Elise's voice pulled Lana from her work.
We can do nothing here without supplies and without more men to replace those that have died the past few weeks, Larry said, frustration in his voice.
He didn't realize how much he relied upon Angel's soothing voice until he heard her answer.
Her soft voice was always calm.
The quiet voice of her instincts was at a shout.
She ignored the voice and stepped back, staring.
General Greene asked, his voice muffled over the communications system.
Brady whipped around at the familiar voice, staring at the petite brunette before him in surprise.
Brady followed with reluctance, intrigued to meet the woman whose voice had kept him company for several long weeks.
His face was red, his voice hoarse from shouting.
The warbled voice was gravelly.
He turned away and spoke in his broken voice to the man called Dan.
She swore she heard the Guardian's voice again.
Brady's voice was a hoarse whisper.
She accepted it and activated her channel on the net, not surprised when she heard the general's voice.
His ragged voice held genuine warmth, though, so she took his words at face value.
Elise's voice came from the darkened parking area.
General Greene spoke finally, his voice jarring her out of her thoughts.
He'd found her voice soothing and enjoyed talking to her when he was her Guardian, enough so that he'd looked forward to their paths crossing.
You can't tell that by someone's voice.
His voice sounded stronger today, and his southern drawl struck her as oddly familiar.
Elise asked in a hushed voice.
Lana's eyes opened at his voice.
Brady's voice awoke her from her uneasy doze a few hours later.
She heard a note of hesitation alongside the consideration in his broken voice.
Anger was back in her voice.
The grim note in Dan's voice made Brady quicken his movements.
Brady asked, alarmed by the grimness of Dan's voice.
Lana couldn't help feeling irritated at the assurance in Kelli's voice.
Mary stood by, unusually quiet, but when Cade left she found her voice.
His voice was husky and bewildered as he gazed down at her.
She jerked the kitchen door open, not realizing he was close until she heard his voice behind her.
She tried to sound convincing, but her voice faltered.
Her voice trailed off.
Mary was silent again for a few moments and when she spoke it was in a controlled voice.
Her voice trailed of suggestively.
Cynthia wiped a tear off her cheek and when she spoke, her voice didn't sound like her own.
His voice was low and she was sure no one else heard, but her face burned furiously.
Throughout a difficult pregnancy, he had never raised his voice once.
We were directed by a friendly voice on our GPS, a previously unused present from my retired parents.
Martha's voice dropped to a whisper as she pointed to a rickety staircase.
True to my assignment, I recorded movements and time until Quinn's voice from below broke the silence.
There was sadness in her voice.
He simply continued to speak in a calm voice.
Quinn had written a random series of thirty numbers and letters which Howie repeated in a bored voice.
Do you think I should? he asked in a quaking voice.
Under Martha's soothing, near hypnotizing voice, Howie fell asleep quickly.
Perhaps a female voice would offer less chance of a connection to our other calls.
He hesitated, caution in his voice.
I nearly hung up but something in his voice caused me to hang on.
Is there a voice scrambler so we have more security when we call in tips?
Part of me was hesitant to answer but something in the old man's voice gave me confidence he possessed no untoward ambitions.
I learned to recognize the same voice answering the line most of the time, though my voice was scrambled to her ears.
I could almost hear the smile in his voice.
Absent Martha's soothing voice, Howie wasn't able to drift off until our third try.
Then he added with a smile in his voice, You two are working late together.
His voice had the ring of a nervous third-grader giving his first speech.
What is Howie telling her, not just out loud, but with his voice from dreamland?
The voice is scrambled but you can tell the sex.
I could tell from Brennan's voice he was agitated.
You must have known her voice.
Betsy held my hand, sensing the fear in my voice as I spoke.
We recognized her voice but I never said anything but my piece; the detailed tip.
I'm sure he could read the frustration in my voice.
I queued my way past three minions before the stern voice growled, Reagan' in my ear.
When I heard the same voice, I made an impassioned plea.
Howie said, in a louder voice.
My call was forwarded to a female with a mature sounding voice.
Something about her voice gave me enough confidence to continue.
She asked, a smile in her voice, "How's the weather in Idaho?"
In a few moments I heard a gruff male voice ask, "Is this the swami?"
Let's discuss this without yelling at each other,' I said, raising my voice over Claire's continued screaming.
A woman with a gruff voice answered for Blast Publishing.
There was a touch of hesitation in his voice.
I answered, to Quinn's cherry voice.
I hoped he could read the tone of my voice.
When I heard his voice, my heart jumped, not knowing if he'd been told by Martha of Julie's earlier treachery.
I wanted to say the entire French Foreign hiding in the other room but before I could speak, we both could barely hear a voice.
My voice was a gurgle.
He heard the operator's voice on the telephone.
Betsy said, alarm in her voice.
The phone rang to voice message!
Unfortunately, the call went to voice mail.
Detective Jackson's voice surprised me.
Whether it was the panic in my voice or my description of the facts, Jackson was beginning to realize the seriousness of what might be happening in his jurisdiction.
I could tell from Julie's voice, she was either crying of close to it.
Howie must have come up to her as his voice replaced hers.
A few of the gents nodded off but the pastor would quickly bring them back we a raised voice and a fist pound, prompting a hearty Amen.
He answered without chastisement, but a half-awake voice.
There was a somber note in his voice that was frightening.
A voice from the other stall cried out the name Julie, but I had opened it too, and with knife at the woman's throat, calmly told her to adjust her clothing and come with me.
After an interminable wait a human voice interrupted.
A voice from the back responded.
I'll get on it, a voice answered.
It's still active but it goes to voice mail.
I listened, as tight as a bow string as Howie narrated in a whispered voice as he was patrolling around the house.
The phone rang more than a dozen times before a man with groggy voice answered.
I backed it up, stuttering it back and forward until I heard Howie's voice.
She jumped at the new voice.
By the confidence in his voice, he expected her not only to agree, but to resume her place on his arm.
His voice turned to a whisper and he looked at her, conflicted.
She jumped at his low, even voice, heart racing.
The agitated voice came from behind her, jarring her.
Everything about Jenn was sexy, from her tight clothing to her sensual walk to her smoky make-up and low, gravelly voice.
Jenn's voice was hushed, her gaze growing penetrating.
He heard his sister's voice in his mind again, promising they'd meet again soon.
Bianca jumped at the voice and peered out of the kitchen at the man named Darian.
Darian's voice reminded Dusty of the world outside Bianca's body.
There was a puzzled note in Toni's voice.
His voice was quiet and confident, and she felt like a visitor in his throne room rather than a woman talking to a stranger chained to her basement wall.
His voice had calmed, and he started past her.
The voice of Damian's mate, Sofi, was a whisper in his mind.
Push hard, and shoot me up, he instructed, though his voice was ragged.
His calm voice assured her he wasn't going to pass judgment on her gift.
His voice was soft, and she fought the urge to reach out to him.
He looked tired after the talk, and there was a note in his voice she recognized as caution.
The resolution in his voice floored her.
There was urgency in his voice.
She kept her voice low, in case the room next door was occupied.
I hear it in your voice.
Hearing the heartbreak in her voice, Jule found his resolve to keep his distance melt.
I keep telling myself it can't be real, she said, her voice barely audible.
Xander's voice was quiet.
She turned at Jonny's voice.
Her father's voice warbled as if through water.
Her father's voice broke her concentration.
The Watcher's voice pierced his confusion.
She twisted at the sound of Jule's voice.
How may I direct your call? a pleasant voice answered.
The deep baritone voice pierced her thoughts.
Jake's voice came from the doorway of the bathroom.
There was the sound of a phone being shuffled from one person to another, then a flat, deep male voice.
Jake asked in a hushed voice.
If not for the painful sunlight, she would've looked up at the hushed note in his voice.
The Guardian's muffled voice grew louder as he pulled the head off the costume.
Damian heard the amusement in his voice.
Rainy's voice was quiet, and Damian sensed his heartfelt gratitude.
Dusty's voice came across his earpiece.
Something in his voice compelled her to hurry.
His voice was as clear in her mind as if he spoke the words.
Damian's voice was soft.
By the reserved note in his voice, he did.
Her heartbreak was in her voice, and he squeezed her closer to him.
While his form was large enough to be a man the size of Damian's Guardians, his voice was terrified and gravelly, as if he hadn't ever spoken to anyone.
Her voice, thick with sleep, ratcheted up his hormones another level.
The voice awoke her from her deep slumber.
She peeked through the crack in the door to see the voice of the speaker.
At Clair's soft voice, Sofia wanted to throw up again.
Darian wasn't crying for once, and his voice almost too hushed to make out.
A strange voice in his head spoke the word again, and he saw the woman with blue and silver eyes.
He heard the strange voice again.
Sofia jerked from her place beside her window, not sure which voice came from her head and which from the handsome man before her.
Damian growled in a voice that bordered on inhuman.
She stirred from her trance at the voice, mind replaying scenes of Darian's death.
Do I have D's number? a warm, male voice on the other end said.
His voice held an upbeat note and natural warmth that she liked.
She turned at Rainy's voice.
She listened, struck by the sorrow in his voice.
Her voice was tiny and quiet.
Two bolted to his feet at the unfamiliar voice.
She smiled at the genuine note in his voice, and he leaned forward, kissing her.
He hung up, but there was urgency in his voice.
Sofia followed the sound of her voice to the living room.
Dustin's voice was filled with fury.
Rainy's voice was surprised and furious.
Now, the calm male's voice ordered.
His voice was weak, as if he were far away.
The Black God looked from her towards the direction of the voice.
The voice in her head came from Two.
She recognized Pierre's voice.
She didn't recognize the voice in her mind and felt the presence of someone—or something—beside her.
Damian's voice was soft, but his command made everyone in the hangar jump.
The amount of distaste in the Watcher's voice amused him.
Traci called, voice muffled by the bathroom door.
The new voice in her mind was the same as the voice she'd heard during the chopper ride with Darian.
Darian's voice was monotonous.
His voice was the only thing that penetrated the haze coating her thoughts.
By the distaste in his voice, he wasn't happy about it.
At the amusement in his voice, she flushed.
Gabriel asked in a hushed voice.
She frowned, not recognizing the voice.
Wynn faced her, alerted by the note in her voice.
The bitterness in his voice bothered her.
There was an edge in his voice, one that told her he already knew.
She didn't recognize the voice, but she saw the shadow world.
Deidre heard the dreamy note in her voice and blushed again.
Deidre heard the pain in Past-Death's voice and felt sorry for her.
When I heard his voice saying that message, I nearly lost it.
A band tooted practice blasts, someone was yelling directions through an old fashioned megaphone, which were ignored, and Suzanne, whose nightly music show serenaded the tourists, warmed up the Star Spangled Banner in a voice that needed no mike.
Dean answered it and was delighted to hear Martha's voice.
Jennifer asked, a hint of fear in her voice.
There was a slight quake to her voice.
He waved his flashlight in an arc above his head and repeated the two words, a quake in his voice.
There was nervousness in Lydia's voice.
I honestly don't know, but by the sound of her voice, she's very upset.
Lydia Larkin's voice broke the silence.
By the time he was on line, introductions were over and a male voice was discussing the search for Patsy Boyd and Martha.
The familiar voice of Jake Weller boomed in his ears.
Dean was more than pleased to hear his old friend's voice.
Dean reminded the voice on the other end of a three-way conversation that mother and girl hardly knew one another.
Disappointment dripped from her voice.
It was Jake Weller's voice calling to her.
The voice echoed from somewhere to the left, or was it the right?
It was Cynthia's voice, weak and yet strong at the same time.
It was his schoolteacher voice, instructing.
She perked at the voice and strode to the landing overlooking the bottom floor.
The voice was mocking.
She whipped around at the voice of the second demon.
Her voice lowered as she faced him.
There was a vulnerable note in her voice, one that bothered him.
Gabriel asked Tymkyn in an even voice.
She looked up from her tea at the note in his voice.
His voice held a tight note, one she couldn't place.
Brady's voice was quiet and even.
Still, she heard the wisdom of hundreds of special ops missions in Mrs. Watson's voice.
But she missed the sound of his voice, and her body yearned for his touch again.
He made out one familiar voice.
His voice was gravelly from lack of use, and his arms and legs felt heavy as he tested them.
Tim's voice was a pleasant distraction.
Tim moved closer and lowered his voice.
The toddlers left Jack at her cheerful voice and crowded around the crate.
Even hearing his voice, she couldn't help thinking she'd heard him because she wanted to hear his voice again, not because she actually had.
Brady's voice held the gravelly note it had since his neck was injured.