A Whisker Away Novels & Stories

What can you do? I pulled away from him at the sound of a wolf whistle behind me. Rogue and Karma. Because of course they were wolf whistling. I gave them both the finger, before grabbing Ghost's hand and pulling him with me.

When instead of saying something sassy or even trying to defend herself, she just looked down and started playing with her hands, I knew there was more to it than that. “What’s up?” I asked as I sat down beside her. Whiskers was watching us from the other end of my living room. Not sure if it was safe for him to come back. After a few seconds of our silent eye contact, he voted we weren’t worth it and he turned around, choosing to look outside the window. I almost smiled at little devil. He was such a snub. “Why do you look like that all of a sudden?” Threw an arm over her shoulder, pulling her against me.

Alright, so that wasn’t what they were saying but it might as well have been. The Whisperer’s smirk turned into a full-fledged grin that would’ve had any woman dropping her pants, but all it did was have me seeing red. He reached out with long, slender fingers and flicked—fucking flicked—the tip of my nose. “We’re going to be such great friends you and I.”

his Whisper brushed against my skin and sadly, I didn't push him away. I closed my eyes shut with force and pulled my body together. There was no movement for a minute and then his wet, cold lips touched my skin, making me let out a shriek in shock. He lifted his lips hurriedly for a minute, I bet I heard him chuckle on my skin.

she whispered. Ghost pushed his muzzle through a lower gap in the mesh and started licking. His tongue was rough, long, and insistent. He dragged it over her pussy in heavy strokes, tasting the spray mixed with her own wetness. Trisha moaned and pushed her hips forward. The younger males whined and paced faster, getting agitated.

Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their mouths opening in sync, and the taste of whisky lingered on their tongues. Both, still holding their glasses, took a moment to savour the taste of the whisky on their tongues before setting them down on the nearby bedside table. The amber liquid had warmed them from the inside out, adding a touch of boldness to their already intense bond. They continued to explore each other's mouths; their occasional sips from the glasses served as a refreshing pause, a tantalising interlude that heightened their senses and deepened their desire.

It was a small whistle, intricately designed with a wolf's head on top. "Tiffany, look," Hailey whispered, pointing at the whistle. "Maybe that's what's causing the noise." Curiosity outweighing their fear, Tiffany carefully picked up the whistle. It felt cold and strangely powerful in her hands. She examined it closely, noticing an inscription on the side that read, "The Lycanthrope's Whistle." "What should we do with it?" Hailey asked, her voice filled with uncertainty. Tiffany hesitated for a moment, contemplating the consequences of their actions. However, a sense of adventure and the desire to uncover the mystery compelled her to make a decision.

Chapter 7 : To Love Again - Letters to the Heart Life moved on for the rest of the team but not without leaving its fingerprints. Davina stood backstage at a small jazz venue, watching Tich tune his guitar before his performance. She wore a soft lavender dress and held a bouquet he’d brought her earlier: wildflowers and eucalyptus. He had invited her to meet his sister that night, a gentle step into the next layer of their bond. As Tich stepped into the light, Davina didn’t just smile. She glowed.

He walked away without saying another word. Willow changed into Ava's grey off-the-shoulder dress with long sleeves and a flowing long skirt after cleaning herself in the modest washroom attached to the room. When she looked in the mirror, she thought the dress belonged in a fairytale. She untied her hair from the bun, allowing it to fall in waves down her back. As she stepped out of the room, she noticed Wes standing near the shelf with a book in his hand. "So...what do we do now?" She asked, lightly pressing the skirt.

he whispers against my mouth. I can feel his desperation; he wants his cock inside me. He grabs my waist, trying to shift us so he can take control. But I cling to his shoulders, continuing to grind in a frenzy. Just as I sense he’s on the brink of losing control, I abruptly pull away. “Wait, what?” he exclaims as I straighten my skirt and walk out of the room. I slip into my bra and blouse, smoothing them with my hands before stepping out the door without a glance back.