Bethany Whisper Novels & Stories

**** Enzi **** Bethany is a bitch, but she’s smart, and she came to us from another pack. There was no way I could let her discover my secret. I was still internally kicking myself for my asshole comments about Alyssa’s weight when the mind-link came though, “Intruders, not wolves...”

Someone tries to scratch my ear and I let out a warning growl. The hand pulls away and I see it was one of Skylar's leopards I've recently gotten close with, Bethany. She goes to walk away but I nudge her side. She notices the sad look in my eyes and scratches under my chin. I step closer, accepting her comfort. "I was on my way back to cuddle with you so you didn't wake up alone," she says in a soothing whisper and I let out a calming breath. "Would you like company?" I motion for her to follow me and we go outside. I close my eyes and take a breath of fresh air. I take her to my comfort spot and she looks around, amazed at the beautiful waterfall splashing into a small pond. I take a drink

"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?"

It would make the most sense just to have them switch for that night, but where Erica might be comfortable with it, Matt would probably stain his nice slacks. Bethany chuckled and pushed the door to the room open, moving in and pulling her bikini out. It was hot pink and had a few ruffles, which wasn't her style, but it accentuated the best parts of her and hid the rest. She changed into it and pulled her sundress back over her head. Grabbing a towel, she stopped by the front door and glanced toward her handbag where the magazine was. Nothing good would come of reading up on Bridget. It would only make her feel less worthy of Damon, and Matt was right. The girl could make you see whatever sh

Definitely not. With who? Seth fucking Devon. Sounds familiar? Well, yeah. He's that Seth Devon of SHADOW, one of the world's most famous boy band member. And me? I'm just Zanaya Devon, soon to debut in BP Entertainment's rookie group WHISTLE but here I am, being forced to be married to a jerk like him. A long sigh escaped my lips. I never knew how things had escalated into this.

I asked. "Are you joking? You know me," Ethan battered, but quickly turned serious again at the look on my face. "Of course I did. I wanted to confirm the information." "And did you?" "Well, with the rest of the warriors dead it was hard to confirm, but I did find something else of interest," he said. "When inspecting her room, I came across a bottle labeled with the name of that poison you told me about: Whisperbloom." My mind clicked as everything seemed to fall into place. If everything that Ethan found out was true it would appear that my own illness and the attacks on this pack were all connected, and all linked back to the same person.

I replied, closing the door behind me, my voice barely a whisper. The sound of Tyler's footsteps fading down the room was a welcome reprieve. I sank into the warm water of the bath, the steam rising around me like a comforting embrace. I carefully applied my makeup, trying to regain a sense of normalcy. The door creaked open, interrupting my peaceful retreat.

“Unless you’re planning to seduce the President, sweetheart, I don’t think you’ll be getting very far. And let’s be honest, tramps like you don’t get that kind of access.” Bethany turns slowly to face Trevor who unconsciously takes one step backwards. The other four are silent but they recognize her quite well. Walks up to him. Her eyes drop, very obviously and full of a subtle reminder, to his groin. Then back to his face, a small smirk on her lips. She leans in and whispers, voice as sharp as a razor, “Watch your face hole, Trevor, or I’ll make sure I get sued for attempted murder, and I’ll still sleep fine, Daddy or not.”

Mike moaned softly into Cecilia's mouth, marveling at how her tongue caused his to tingle, like licking a 9-volt battery. "What are you two doing?" Beth demanded, squeezing her thighs together. Water vapor was clinging to her skin, cool droplets that slid beneath the fabric of her dress, pulsing gently with Naia's magic. "What are you...ngh!" Beth's cheeks flushed, her breath becoming ragged. "Oh, shit..." Her voice was a hiss, the sudden stimulation derailing her train of thought.