Echoes Of Love Novels & Stories

Zina POV The muffled voices started as a faint hum beyond the door. At first, it was the shuffle of feet, followed by a low exchange of words. But then, Xaden's voice sharpened, slicing through the muted tones like a blade. Asher's reply came softer, hesitant. I strained to listen, my heart already tightening with unease. The tension was palpable even through the barrier between us. And then it happened. The slap—a sharp, resounding crack that echoed through the thin walls, stealing the air from my lungs.

The passageway led to the garden Nate had taken me through on so many occasions but I kept on through a maze of high bushes and past dolphin-shaped water fountains. Nate hadn’t taken me to this part of the garden and I wondered what was waiting for me at the other side. I wondered what the pull was leading me to and it was going to help relieve the pain. At that moment I realized the pain wasn’t as severe as it had been when it started and I felt I was getting closer to whatever it was I was being led to. I rounded a corner and stumbled across a door that led to a secret room. I hesitated for a moment but the pull finally won and I entered the room. Immediately I got in, I regretted walking

She prayed Mike wouldn't see the faint tremble in her hands or the fear lurking behind her eyes. "So...what questions do you want to ask me?" Mike's gaze lingered on her, his eyes searching for any hint of familiarity. The resemblance was uncanny, and he struggled to reconcile his emotions. His hands twitched with the urge to reach out and touch her, to hug her tightly and cry on her shoulder. The ache of missing his late girlfriend, May, felt like a fresh wound.

The echoes of Kalix's pleading words reverberate in Paul's ears, each syllable a sharp reminder of the depth of emotion that binds Kalix to Audrey. "Audrey! Please, doctor, I need to see her!" Kalix's voice, filled with raw intensity and pain, cuts through the air, reaching Paul with a visceral impact that leaves him reeling. “I love her! I am in love with her! Please, let me see her!” The declaration of love that tumbles from Kalix's lips in a raspy, anguished voice strikes a chord within Paul, his breath hitching as his eyes darken with a mix of emotions and his jaw clenches in silent resolve.

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

Years before war. She approached slowly. And saw him. Back turned, hair tousled by the wind, cloak dark against the light. Her heart clenched. “Rhydan?” she whispered. He turned. Same eyes. Same crooked smile. Only now… they were empty. “I missed you,” he said softly. Her blade was at his throat before he could speak again. “You’re not him.” “I was,” the Echo said gently. “I am.” “You died protecting me.” “I died loving you.”

“We’ve faced shadows before. We’ll face this one together.” The path twisted, its silvery veins growing thicker, pulsing faster. The air grew heavy, the nexus’s hum faltering, replaced by a low, discordant buzz. Whispers surrounded them, not just the weaver’s but echoes of their past—her mother’s pleas, Echo’s sobs, Lysara’s grief, even her father’s cold laughter. Each voice was a needle, pricking at their resolve.

I really love you, Abby exclaims. Debbie felt the sincerity of that voice and it must be Abby. How she wish that is it her. ‘Look Alexis, I don’t know you and I’m so sorry. I’m in love with someone now.’ Debbie excuse herself for a moment. She cries and walks out the garden. Abby follows her and whispers again. ‘Why you’re crying? You’re not alone. I’m here for you and embrace Debbie. Come on, sweet, can we have dinner now? ‘

That would be so embarrassing. The thoughts automatically vanish, when I stop in front of Sylvester. He takes his hands into mine and mouths, "I love you." I mouth it back, while the priest starts talking. Sylvester is the first to recite his vows, and says, "You are the kindest, most sincere, loveliest woman I know and I am lucky to hold your hand, be in your arms and in your heart. If you will have me, I will make my arms your shelter, and my heart our home.

*Echoes* My pain My sorrow Reverts back at me Like a house Without a thing. I tried filling it up with Joy And love but darkness still painted them black. Maybe I'm not meant For this; I mean Happiness and Love isn't meant for me. Sadness Darkness Is where I belong and maybe suicide would be the end of me. My thoughts are blank My thinking is blocked Echoes of my empty cobwebbed mind is all I hear. *©Gemini Pride*