Deadly Whispers True Story Novels & Stories

My vocal cords betray me as I snap. Emily chuckles darkly. Is that a sensitive spot I accidentally touched? ” I hiss the words "You don’t know what you’re talking about" into the air. Your imagination runs wild to create false narratives because facing reality is beyond your capacity! ” Emily emits a subdued hum that suggests she is pondering my statements. Perhaps, Sophia, my understanding of the truth stands firm. You engaged in sexual relations with another man which resulted in you killing him and then you desperately tried to hide the truth by having your stepfather alter the narrative. That statement holds true, doesn’t it Soph? ”

She scrambles for her clothes and storms out, slamming the door so hard the frame rattles. Good fucking riddance. I rub my jaw and finally notice the only sound in the now-empty place. “—and investigations have begun, leading to the arrest of acting CEO of Whitney Pharmaceuticals, Morgan Whitney. The toxic ingredients found in the company’s medication have allegedly caused multiple deaths and long-term harm, including to Morgan’s former fiancée, Diana Vanderbilt, who we spoke to this morning—” The reporter’s voice turns into static as panic surges through me. No. No, it can’t be—

Judge Herrera asked. Alex nodded. “Three confirmed deaths directly tied to this case. First, the suspicious death of Melanie Torres, a whistleblower and former employee of Hail Industries. She was scheduled to testify, but was admitted to my partner’s hospital and later found dead under mysterious circumstances.” A photo appeared on screen—Aunt Melanie’s pale, cold face in the hospital bed. I felt myself begin to shake. “She was supposed to meet me that day,” I whispered. Sebastian gripped my hand. "All of a sudden, I see her in the hospital. She'd been brutally killed. As well as my Professor..." I grit my teeth. "They killed everyone who tried to help me!"

Don’t trust anyone? Hours passed and after trying and failing to reach Reagan again, frustration knotted in my chest. If he wouldn’t hear me out, then I’d make him see. Maybe if I uncovered who was truly behind the killings, maybe then he’d forgive me… maybe even bring me back home. Through whispers, digging, and a little shameless eavesdropping, I pieced it together. The killings all traced back to the old abandoned factory deep in the woods. That’s where they said two witches had been found, bodies torn with werewolf bites.

The sound of gunfire echoed off the walls, and within seconds, the rest of the men collapsed onto the floor, their lifeless bodies joining the others. Outside, Lily stood trembling by the door. She had heard everything but couldn’t bear to stay still any longer. With a heart pounding in her chest, she opened the door and stepped inside, only to be met with the grim sight. Her eyes widened, and for a moment, she froze, her mind racing. The room reeked of death, blood pooling around the bodies of men who, moments ago, had been engaged in business talks. But Lily knew better than to say anything. Francisco was her master, and she had long since learned not to question him.

I implored, gazing into his eyes, concealing the weight of my decision. Daren seemed oblivious, which eased my burden. I wouldn't have to confront the disappointment that was etched on my face. Indeed, nothing in life came free, at least not in my world. "Who is this 'vicious' man, anyway?" Daren asked with a chuckle, clearly unaware of the gravity of the situation. "Well, his name is Marco De Luca," I whispered, as if the very walls were eavesdropping. Speaking that man's name carelessly in the open was a dangerous game.

“This is insane, Dalton.” “You’ve heard the stories from Curtis. The family deaths. Your aunt’s father was killed, and her mother went insane, just like every man and woman who came after. Robert Wilson was telling the truth about those two men who were murdered here. He told the truth about the women they were connected to, as well. And that man you found in the wall–” “Stop, please!” “I knew him,” he says in such a strained voice it cuts me to my core. “I knew her, too.”

I signed my name, Elena, with a strange sense of calm. After dying a gruesome death in my past life, I finally saw the truth. This man, the husband I had loved for years, had a heart of stone. He did not love me. He did not love our unborn child. Fine. I was done holding on. I would grant his wish and disappear from his world completely. I shoved the waiver back at the stunned staff member. Ignoring the glint of malice in Lily's eyes, I walked to the edge of the platform. The drop loomed beneath us, a gray abyss.

I did not say anything during the entire thing and just watched her quietly as she put on her show. I wanted to know just how sincere she was during our seven years of friendship. By the looks of it, I was too naive and mistook this venomous viper for a harmless pet. That was why I ended up dying so tragically in the previous cycle. “That’s fine. If you can’t help me, someone else will.” I did not stop smiling and dialed a number. The moment the call went through, the person on the other end asked anxiously, “Miss Nelson, have you managed to contact Joy?”

On the day of our wedding, my fiance's best friend, Penny Lynd, showed me a video, smiling as she said, "Hey, Lydia. I've already educated Aron for you. He's now a real stud, so enjoy!" I felt my breath leaving my lungs as they made love in the video, while Aron Quaker laughed, clapping her shoulder. "Where did you get that AI video? I only took your clothes off that one time." While he was laughing without a care, I felt like I'd just fallen into an abyss. Seeing me lose my cool, Penny laughed out loud too. "There! I knew it would upset Lydia! She's so dumb that she can't even tell that it's an AI video—and a bet's a bet! Starting today, we will be married for three days." It was only t