Bethany Whisper Novels & Stories

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.”

The door behind them opened. Bethany Spirit stepped out, wearing a sharp blazer, her hair tied back in a bun, and a deep frown cut across her face. She looked… irritated. No, worse—she looked tired. Like she hadn’t slept for days, and this was the last thing she wanted to deal with. “Who dares interrupt my rest?” she asked. Our eyes locked. Her expression shifted to something colder. “You again,” she said flatly. “Young woman, I told you not to bother me again.”

He had always been so strong, but now he was broken. Bethany sighed deeply, then walked away quietly. She went upstairs to a random room and took out her phone. She dialed Ethan’s number, and he answered almost immediately. Bethany told him she was back in the country and currently with Alex. But before Ethan could say anything, she quickly added that he shouldn’t worry—she was in another room, and Alex wouldn’t find out she was talking to him. There was a pause before Ethan finally asked, his voice heavy. ''How is he?''

She had a yellow flower sticking out of her hair. Cassie took the photo, her throat tightening. “I don’t think I’ve seen this one before.” “They look so in love,” Emily whispered, touching the edge of the picture gently. “God, I want something like that.” Cassie nodded, but her body betrayed her. The longing in Emily’s voice - innocent, wistful - brought the dream surging back. As if on cue, a phantom touch whispered across her skin. Her thighs pressed together in a reflex. She inhaled sharply, trying to smother the heat in her chest.

He’d never seen anything like them. He couldn’t look away. That was the moment something shifted inside him. Her Name Was Beth Beth Whitmore. Everyone on campus knew her name. She was the daughter of Harrison Whitmore, one of the biggest real estate moguls in the country. Her family was the kind of powerful that didn’t just donate to the university—they had buildings named after them. She wasn’t loud about it, though. She was graceful, funny, low-key in a way that made people want to know her even more.

If it were not for them, I would have already started spamming Andrew's phone with calls and eventually tried to force his hand by jumping into the river. I was very thankful for these dreams. It felt as if I had been reborn; I could make changes so I did not end up with the same horrible fate. Finally, on the third try, my call was picked up. I held the phone tightly and held it close to my ear. The name "Spencer" rolled across the tip of my tongue multiple times before I was able to say it out loud. The rain was still pouring heavily, and it muted the surrounding noises. Only Spencer Lithgow's voice, with a hint of tiredness, rang out, "Kaylee?"

I murmured, not knowing what else to say. “That’s all I ask,” he said. “Just…think about it.” The silence between us settled for far too long and as if Chris sensed that I needed my alone time of reflection. Hence, he wished me goodnight before we hung up. The conversation lingered in my mind long after the call ended, his words echoing in the quiet of my room. The urge to touch myself was almost unbearable, a craving that clawed at my senses and refused to let go. Chris’ voice, low and teasing on the other end of the line, dripped with a seduction so potent that it left me breathless.

Doc runs in with nurses and we step back letting them check her over. "Bethany open your eyes honey",Doc orders. She whimpers. "I'm here baby, Tanner moves closer, you can do it love just open those gorgeous eyes for me",they crack open but she whimpers again. She must be confused. "Bethany you have been out for almost two months honey. Your back is healed now so you shouldn't be in any pain",she moves in the bed uncomfortable. "Hmmmmm,she moans again, nooo",first word that makes sense. We watch her whimper and fight to open her eyes.

It buzzed in her ears, leaving her dizzy. And she had no interest in hearing congratulatory remarks from people who didn't know the truth. Noticing her growing discomfort, Mitchell waved the crowd away and led her to a quieter corner. Their reprieve didn't last long. Bethany, dressed in a sleek black gown, approached with an air of practiced grace. "Mr. Bennett, Ms. Longstaff, it's been a while," Bethany greeted, her voice carrying a deliberate sweetness. Bethany was here as a guest speaker, a representative of the charity supported by the Bennetts over the years.