Novel & Cerita Bethany Whisper

She looks up at me with those big brown eyes, and suddenly, it’s hard to breathe at all. “You are everything I could ever wish for Callum maybe even more” she whispers and breaks off and looks away, sharply inhaling her eyes filled with conflict and worry. “Then tell me what I need to hear baby?” I whisper. "Say it.” She swallows hard, blinking still hesitating. I drop my head and nuzzle her neck, pressing my lips against the pulse throbbing near her ear. "Say it Bethany.” “You already know.” “I want you to say it. Out loud.”

“You asked to see me.” Bethany gave a short laugh that sounded nothing like the woman I remembered from Silvercrest. She shifted against the chains, trying to hide the way her fingers shook. “Of course I did. After everything Silvercrest has done for you, you come here and—” Her voice caught. She bit down on the inside of her cheek before continuing. “You betray us and run off to a place like this?” One of the warriors behind me made a low sound of disgust. Bethany heard it and flinched.

I didn't find anything in the front room but I kept looking. This house was incredibly old, the flooring seemed as if it would cave in at any moment. I opened every door, looked inch by inch but didn't find anything. I walked back outside to see Alex and Tye had Bethany up on her feet. "We will tell Alley that you helped us if you tell us where Leia is." Tye said. "I'm not telling you shit. You think I care about Alley or her little friend? I'm dead either way it goes." Bethany snapped. She was right, we had seen what she did to Stella, wolves could be cruel but damn. That was stupidly insane. "Just tell us where she is? Where is Bosch?" Alex said, tightening his grip on her. Bethany didn't

Ethan was on his way back from the corner store, a small plastic bag swinging from his wrist, filled with nothing more than a cheap instant meal and a bottle of soda. But his mind wasn’t on dinner. It was still tangled in the events of last night—his time with Sienna. The way she had leaned in close, her breath warm against his skin. The way her lips had curved into that knowing smirk, as if she saw straight through him. Every second of it replayed in his head like an addictive melody, one he couldn’t silence no matter how hard he tried.

Isabella tossed the shorts towards the ground and was now left in just her underwear which was a pair of bra and pants. “Baby girl, I need you to touch yourself for me,” he purred, his voice seductive and hypnotic. “Make yourself wet and ready for my dick,” he spat, his bold tone triggering an almost hypnotic reaction in Isabella. Without hesitation, she complied with his command. The words washed over Isabella like a wave of desire, her body burning with a need that she could no longer deny. Her fingers trailed down her body, sliding past the elastic of her panties as she took it off before proceeding to take off her bra.

Her thumb found my clit and rubbed in tight, relentless circles. “I’m gonna cum,” I whimpered, voice breaking. “Rina, I’m so close—” “Cum on my fingers, Betty. Soak my hand. I want to feel you cream all over me.” That was all it took. My orgasm crashed over me like a wave, so hard my vision whited out. I slammed down on her fingers, pussy spasming and gushing, juices running down her wrist and onto the sheet. I kept riding through it, grinding and shaking, moaning her name like it was the only word I knew.

~ ISLA ~ The greenhouse fell into a suffocating silence. The air smelled of damp soil and roses—warm and sweet—but there was a pressure in my chest that made it hard to breathe. Bethany waited, pruning shears loosely held between her fingers. Her posture stayed elegant, composed, but there was a subtle shift in her expression. I didn’t bother easing into it. I didn’t have the strength for subtlety anymore. I met her eyes and asked, quietly but clearly—

“Buy a coffee.” “Are you… blackmailing me?” “Yes, I am,” Sandra replied without a hint of shame. “I’ll be waiting—and dress nicely, alright? No sunglasses.” With that, she hung up. Jessica shook her head and placed the phone down on the table. “Mylene, what time is our event for the Whiteheart Charity?” she asked, steadying her voice. “3:00 p.m., Ma’am.” She glanced at her watch, it was already two o’clock.

See everything that I was feeling right now. After all these years . . . I shivered when he exhaled sharply, warm breath caressing my bare neck. “Ethan,” I whispered. “Bella,” he whispered as if it was a prayer. If you want, you can join Mahi Mistry's F******k Group or Page: Author Mahi Mistry and also follow her on I*******m @authormahimistry to keep up with the recent updates regarding her books! You can access all the books + bonus content on her P*****n Page Mahi Mistry.

"He has a performance coming up tonight. Do you want to go with me?" "P-Performance?" "Brandon texted me a while ago to bring you along. I'm not going to put pressure on you, but I need an answer," he said. " 'Whisper of the Silence,' a song made for you and only you. Would you like to listen to it live?"