Novels by Dark Whisper

THEO.He is obsessed with me. Hunter’s a freak. A psycho I keep running into, trying to hide from. Suddenly I’m creeping around, walking on my toes, in my goddamn house. My house.I can’t shake the feeling something’s off about him. He’s wired. The way his eyes linger too long on mine. The way I catch him staring. I knew I needed him gone—kicked out—fast. He’d been getting on my nerves all week at school, smiling around my friends, showing off at the football field, smirking, grinning, acting like he was all that.I grabbed the keys off my desk, heading down the stairs, plotting ways to have him out by the end of the week. If I had to endure another week with him in this house, I’d lose my goddamn mind.My bones froze. My insides locked. My ears perked at the faint sound coming from…the sitting room.Hesitant, I crept down, one stair at a time. The moans grew louder. The scrape of the chair against the tile. The slap of skin on skin. I froze on the last step, eyes widening at the sigh

HUNTER."Took you long enough," I retorted, irritation spiked in my words as I flicked off the cigarette, tossing it to the floor and stomping on it continuously."It’s not my fault you decide to play house and grovel for your daddy’s love," Atlas, my best friend of twenty-one years, quipped, his words laced with sarcasm as I tossed the keys towards him with a grunt."I don't need his love or approval or anything," I mumbled, yanking out my bag from the car and slouching it over my shoulder. For a moment, Atlas said nothing, just allowed himself to drag out a long look as his eyes trailed over me from my hair to my feet and then gave a snort."Seriously, why are you here? I get it, he left you and your mum, you ended up growing without him, but come on—you are fucking well off with or without him. You've got your own car. Your house... you top the underground wrestling rings every bloody time. Why would you want to stay here? In some elite neighborhood and stay stuck with your golden

THEO“Fuck…” The word slipped free from my lips as I slammed my palms against the table, reaching for my phone to switch off the alarm, then sat up in bed, grumbling. My head hurt, my throat ached terribly. For a moment, I sat still, glancing around...Everything seemed at peace. There was no sign of some boy meant to be my stepbrother. The house was still. Everything felt perfect. That must’ve been a nightmare. A smile stretched on my lips as I puffed out an exhale, standing straight on my feet with a light yawn. It was still dawn. I had enough time to lounge around.Pushing open the door to my room, I strutted down the stairs toward the kitchen, heading straight for the fridge to grab a bottle of water. Scratching against my throat, I undid the cap, gulped down some of the contents, tapping my fingers against the tabletop when my eyes caught sight of an image scattered too terribly on the counter across me.I squinted my gaze, brushed my palms against my eyes, then checked again...

THEOWe won.Loud cheers erupted amongst the crowd as my teammates hoisted me over their shoulders, the entire field chanting out my name as well as the name of our team. It was the third game—we'd lost to them in the first, barely drew the second, and finally, we won this round.Being captain came with lots of responsibilities, and this once, I'd felt sick to my belly thinking we'd actually lose. My eyes had remained on the sponsors, the chances of being at nationals, and fucking things up this last time was going to wreck me.“We fucking won!” Trevor retorted, slamming his palms into my chest with a smile while the others stormed into the locker room. We all took turns stripping off our gear and walking toward the bathroom.“Coming to the party?” Derek asked, standing right by my stall as I turned on the showers.“Get out, Derek. I'm busy. And yes, I would… now stop being a pervert and get off.”“Oh, I would… in the stall next to you. Would you mind helping out with that?” Derek qui