Hush, Hush Novels & Stories

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.

They’re getting a little loud. Am I dead?

“Hazel..” “GET OUT!”

“Cassandra…” “Shush… It’s my turn.”

Guarding. Waiting. In silence.

Silent. Burning.

Sleep whispering in my ears…slowly and soothing. Slowly my eyes shut.

Hayley said, widening her eyes. "Too late...! I'm starting! Come on, close your eyes..." "No...not that...please ...." Hayley said. "What? I'm not that bad of a singer! Listen: three little grasshoppers, who lived on the bridge, on the bridge next door, yes three little grasshoppers ...I almost stepped on ...wait, I forgot if it's 'I almost stepped on it or if it's I almost stepped on it at all ....wait, I'll do it again ..."

I whisper, our forehead still resting. 💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨

“Over and yes im ready over” “Good now shut up and get on with it, we go in 10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1…” ‘Boooooooom’