Blissful Whisper Novels & Stories

The mist closed in around us, thick and cold, muting the world until there was only the black water and the silence. It began as a whisper, a voice woven from forgotten dreams. It spoke of peace, of the sweet relief of oblivion. It promised an end to the pain, the jealousy, the constant, grinding fear. Let go, it sighed. What are you fighting for? A love that has already cooled? A man whose eyes seek solace in another? I felt the pull. It was a seductive, gentle current, wanting to wash away the searing memory of Kairi composing a lullaby for Maia, the sight of his hand resting on her fur. It offered a clean slate, a self without this gaping wound.

I whisper back, tears of joy streaming down my face, as I capture his lips in a hungry kiss. #######################

The whisper again. Faint. Soft. Smiling. “We remember.”

Her beauty was already breathtaking, knocking me out of my senses. As a person who loved to be in control, I forgot my basic principles and lost myself in her warmth, turning into a love-sick puppy for her. Nature didn’t consider her addictive scent enough and blessed her with the divine powers of a whisperer. Helena’s glimmering violet eyes hypnotized me when she placed her hand over my heart. “I, Whisperer Helena Bradley, accept you as my mate, Alpha Zayden Ellsworth!” The tsunami of her orgasm hit me hard as her palm sizzled, the strongest of sparks made me feel like a bare wire.

‘I hope Kurt is here’ she whispered. “Relax, baby girl. We’re not going to hurt you. We’re just going to have some fun.” They put tape on her mouth so she will not scream again. And just when they were about to undress her. She closed her eyes and screamed Kurt’s name then someone busted the door.

In Abigail’s heart of hearts, she already knows, she has a special admiration for Debbie since the day they met. Abby hasn’t forgotten the days she felt the special connection, though it may not mean anything to Debbie but mere thoughtless words. She can vividly recall; it was their first meet up, as Debbie whispers to her ears and said, “I prayed for you when you’re sick.” Abigail was puzzle when Debbie did know she was sick; in fact, she was not ill during that time. It remains a mystery to Abby why did Debbie whisper those words. It was a sweet melody that touches her soul.

I whispered, my voice some sort of plea as he began to pump faster. "Come, piccolina, come for me," he whispered , leaning closer to me to kiss my breasts. And I came, my pussy tightening around his fingers, his name a scream in my mouth. He covered my mouth with a kiss to trap most of the noise. I lay there in bed, staring at the ceiling and basking in the after math of my orgasm.

she whispered to herself. The realization made her blush. A foolish, helpless little smile stole across her lips, and she hid her face behind the pillow. Her feet wriggled in giddy delight beneath the embroidered sheets. Everything about the evening was now soaked in a dreamy haze. The petals, the applause, his voice whispering vows only for her — it all came rushing back in soft waves. She closed her eyes and sighed. "You have given me more than I ever asked for," she whispered into the darkness. Her voice, barely a breath, was not meant for the walls, but for the heavens.

Whispering, he took me in a deep kiss, shutting the door of my lingering questions and taking me to a world full of bliss again. Soon, I was panting hard and too tired to even open my eyes. I felt his lips on my head, "It's late, you are tired enough. Go to sleep." His soothing whisper made me nod, as my heavy eyelids closed, drowning me to the world of peaceful sleep...

His hands were on his shoulder now, and there wasn’t any noise he was hearing but the sound of his fast heartbeat. When they felt that they were running out of breath, they pulled away, gasping for air. Lincoln looked at him, lips stretched into a smile. Shun felt like it was the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen in his life. No one said anything, but it wasn’t an awkward silence. They just stared at each other. He smiled back, not because he felt that he needed to, but because he felt like it. “I’m a good kisser, aren’t I?” Lincoln smirked.