A Whisker Away Novels & Stories

Without her realizing it, her long-buried grievances seemed to be easing away. Her eyes turned watery. The lyrics were a bunch of simple and straightforward words, yet she found herself completely absorbed in them. "Whisper of the Silence." Danise smiled. "Lovely song, isn't it?" "Whisper... of the Silence?" A glimmer appeared in her lifeless gaze. "Such a beautiful name. Is this your latest work?" "How I wish. It's Kyle." Staring into her eyes, he continued, "He composed it with hopes that it could reach the ears of somebody he misses."

Her eyes played back the moment over and over again. Suddenly, a great gust of wind rose up from within the chasm. Adea shivered in the cold air, trembling in fear as the strange disturbance was followed by a low growling that rumbled from below. The hairs on the back of Adea’s neck stood up as the growling quickly escalated to a roar like a hurricane.

she whispers. “No, perhaps we shouldn’t, kitten. '' I breathe into her ear, brushing my lips along her jaw. My lips tingle as they brush her delicate skin and she gasps, grabbing the front of my shirt. Our lips meet and I smirk against her lips. “You aren’t helping your case, kitten” I whisper against her lips before capturing them with mine. She deepens the kiss, pulling me against here, tugging at my curls as her hips roll forward against my length, then she pulls away.

His thumb brushed against my lower thumb and I licked it. “Be careful” he whispered, stepping away from me.

“I love you.” “I know,” I murmured, inhaling deeply. Despite how long it had been, my wolf still reacted to her scent. When she pulled away, she glanced at the whistle, her finger tracing the carvings on it. It was the wolf’s clan totem. She then clenched the whistle tightly and said something about not getting scared because I had her back. “I can’t tell you not to go, can I?” She said, pinning the wakefulness grass back to her collar. “The sun is still high up and…”

I watch as Axel disappears to the kitchen, I catch a sight of something moving under the table, I hear a lazy purr and a cat strolls out, staring at me with its sharp golden eyes, looking bored as hell. “Hi?” I say gently, not sure how to react around the cat. Axel returns with two steaming mugs of Cocoa, and blankets. “That’s Mr. Whiskers.” He beams with a smile, “He’s really friendly, he just has to get used to you.” His voice lightens up as he talks about his cat, he must really like his cat, he literally wears a shirt with his cat’s face on it when he was still working for me.

She blocked out too much! "Sorry, i didn't know we've arrived. I was just talking to my wolf." "Yeah, don't worry, i know how it feels." I pulled her wrist and we walked to where Queen possibly is. "Can we eat somewhere else? I hate crowds." I heard Autumn whispered behind me. "Nope. We're not going to eat. We will walk past the crowd to the backfield of the restaurant." I shouted when we rushed toward the crowd, straight to the back door.

snorted Madame Skia, “Perhaps is a wish uttered in the dark before the lights come on.” “What?” “Never mind,” said Madame Skia, stopping in front of a door. It was an unremarkable wooden door in a wall of the same weather-beaten rock and clay as any of its neighbors. Madame Skia removed a ring with a single long, pale key from beneath her skirts, and looked around before inserting it. “You wish to disappear?” she said.

I whispered, "It was... It belongs to someone very special, she's— not around right now," "I am sorry... Maybe I shouldn't—" "No, it's ok... Trust me," Slipping the elastic band down my wrist, I gathered my hair in my palms in a low ponytail, wrapping it around a few times to shorten the length. "If you see W.I.K.D" Al began to speak, lowering the hat on my head, tucking under whatever loose ends I missed, "Run." "I am not afraid of the wicked," "Wicked?" "Yea, pick that up from a friend,"

Another murmured, “Striking. Almost unreal.” Whitney’s jaw twitched, her face twisting with fury as their soft exclamations filled the air. Her eyes narrowed on me, and before I could step back, her hand reached up, clawed fingers grabbing roughly at my hair. Pain shot through my scalp as she yanked at it, her lips curling with cruel triumph.