Bethany Whisper Novels & Stories

She read the poem on the topmost page: Blurry eyes, in a haze, Cry silently near the window, Go without speaking for days, Written words are all that remain. What did I do wrong? You call me a disgrace. Sleep with pretty women, perfect bodies Yet you dare show me that face? I sit by my lonesome, Never a hair out of place, Temptation walks by, You get in the way. Dismay, disarray, I seek comfort, The warmth of a stranger's arms,

" During the course of her performance, Jenna acted out the scene by imitating a voice that was innocent and sounded like it belonged to a child. Bethany made an effort to halt the tears that were starting to form in her eyes by pressing her eyelids together and, as a result, preventing the tears from leaving her eyes. “I would like to spend the night at your apartment with you and your aunt Erica. I hope it's okay with you. I'll drive you to the bakery where you can get your favorite pastries, so you don't have to worry about getting there. Do not be concerned about it, my darling; there is absolutely nothing for you to be concerned about. After this, Mr. Meyer won't be able to go anywhere

Cassie had never felt more underdressed in her entire life. “Good afternoon. I’m Cassie Peters. I work as Mr. Callahan’s personal assistant. I just came by to pick up my laptop.” She explained as she slipped said laptop into her satchel. “And you are?” The woman tried to scowl at Cassie like the very idea of someone not knowing who she was personally offended her but as her face was still moderately stiff, she settled for a glare. “I’m Bethany.” “Nice to meet you, Bethany.” Cassie greeted and extended her hand for a quick handshake. Bethany eyed her hand like it was a piece of mold growing in a clutter of unwashed dishes for so long that she slowly put it away.

The water. By mid-afternoon, sunlight broke through the clouds. Clara stepped outside for air. She needed space. Ethan had left to reopen the hardware store. Lena had returned to the bakery. Edith was reorganizing the back shelves. Alex followed her quietly. “You’re not afraid of stirring the past?” she asked suddenly. He stood beside her at the riverbank. “The past stirs whether we want it to or not.” She wrapped her arms around herself. “You speak like someone who knows mine.”

Even if he’s the Alpha of one of the strongest packs I’ve ever known. I won’t take it. So here I am—standing in front of my mirror, fully dressed at three a.m., preparing for my own funeral... or at least to go clean the Alpha’s study before he wakes up. I heard whispers that his Beta is back. Just small rumors from yesterday, carried by curious tongues. And yeah—I saw him. He passed me in the hallway. Cute. Too cute. If I wasn’t already completely and stupidly blinded by Alex’s ridiculously perfect face, I probably would’ve hit on him.

Knowing that the fabric of the white bikini would become practically see-through as soon as it got wet, Beth returned to swimming laps and tried not to seem to be waiting impatiently for the girl to return. A short time later, Beth heard a rustling behind her. She turned and had to keep her jaw from dropping at the sight of adorably sexy Brittany covered only in a white skimpy thong bikini. Beth smiled approvingly and said, "Great choice. You look incredible in that, sweetie." Brittany blushed but smiled embarrassingly, as she replied, "Thanks. This was the only one I could find."

"I might not be back tonight. But tomorrow morning, I'll bring you your favorite pastries, okay?" Just like that, he was gone. His tablet was still on the couch in the living room. Isabella picked it up, noticing that his WhatsApp was still logged in. Two minutes ago, a woman under the name "Little Tease" had sent him a picture. The woman was dressed in a bunny girl outfit—black fishnet stockings and bright red high heels. Her eyes were half-lidded, her cheeks flushed, and she was licking her fingers seductively. Samuel: Want more?

"What happens to me, then?" Jason answered before his father could, "Just go back to Cathay, Mom. Our old place has been vacant for years. It's a perfect place for you to enjoy your retirement." White-hot anger flared in my chest. My blood boiled under my veins, and I couldn't breathe. William heaved a sigh and infused some warmth into his voice as he spoke. "I know it's hard to process, but we can't hold Bianca up any longer. Once the PR process is done, Jason and I will try to move you back in."