Hush Hush Similar Books Novels & Stories

With their not-so-tiny hands, they reached out to touch each other’s velvety cheeks, their fingers leaving trails of warmth as they giggled at the sight of their own reflections in the mirrored plastic adorning the wall. It was as if they shared a language all their own, a secret code communicated through coos, babbles, and infectious laughter. I felt a pang of curiosity—could they communicate as effectively as Jackson, Brodie, and I did? What thoughts drifted through their young minds? What feelings swirled within them as they engaged in this unspoken dialogue?

And on moonlit nights, when the wind carried whispers through the trees, the children would huddle close to their parents, grateful for the lessons learned from the chilling tale. And so, dear children, remember the story of 'The Whispering Shadows' when the moon is high and the wind carries secrets on its breath. For even the naughtiest of children may find themselves facing the eerie dance of shadows in the depths of the forest, a fate they can only escape by heeding the warnings of those who came before.

The flames didn’t flicker, they didn’t move it was as if they were waiting for something. Something felt wrong with the silence as though it wasn't silent enough. Then, a faint noise drifted in from the window making me turn only to find pale curtains fluttered like ghost hands while children’s laughter spilled in through the opening, distant and distorted, as if the world outside was underwater. I slowly stepped toward it. But then.. A small, eerie voice began to hum behind me. A lullaby.. “Hush now dearie, close your eyes under silver painted skies. Where lycans hum their moonlit tune, and wolves dream softly with the moon.

I’d have gladly walked into its yawning gullet at that moment. “It’s a very interesting book, Doon,” continued Maurice. “It’s the story of Muad’Dib, the mouse that hides from the sun and travels in the cool night.” “Sounds a bit boring,” said Flossie. “Do you think we could delay this week’s Book Club until we get out of this mess?” I requested in my most reasonable voice. Stay calm, wait for first light, and then make our way back to the lake, possibly to drown myself and get it all over with. “Just keep quiet and don’t make any sudden movements.”

It caressed my skin like invisible hands — sliding over my breasts, down my stomach, teasing between my thighs without ever quite touching. My breath hitched. A soft, masculine chuckle seemed to echo in my mind, low and ancient and pleased. I should have closed the book. Instead, I sank into my chair, legs parting slightly of their own accord, and began to read. The god’s name pulsed on the page like a heartbeat. Tah. And somewhere in the shadows of my quiet apartment, something very old… stirred.

Morning light filtered through tall windows, catching dust motes that danced like tiny stars in the beams. I found peace among the shelves. Books didn't whisper about prophecy or danger. They didn't look at me like I might explode. They just sat, silent and waiting, ready to offer answers to those patient enough to seek them. Unlike humans. Unlike wolves. Unlike Kael.

Asher, leaning in closer, his eyes alight with curiosity, absorbed every word. With a mischievous glimmer in my eyes, I couldn't resist the urge to break the silence that enveloped Alyssa and Asher. I quietly moved closer to them, my voice, filled with curiosity, sliced through the air like a sharp blade, disrupting their tranquil immersion in the written tales before them. The words tumbled from my lips, laced with an undeniable eagerness to unveil the secrets they held. "Hey, what are you reading there?" I inquired; my voice tinged with a hint of playful intrigue. The words hung in the air, suspended for a moment before crashing into their realm of concentration, causing both Alyssa and As

Please. I already stood up to return the book, when the light suddenly turned off and on. Oh my brother, I didn't say that you let me feel your presence like a ghost. Don't scare me like this. You know well that I am afraid of ghost. Until I just looked from afar looking at my brother smiling at me. To the door of the library. I fell the book I was holding. I hold my breath...brother... When someone tapped my shoulder. I was shocked with Hazel when I breathe fast. Why is this girl not even saying a word shocking me.

Who did he see die? Who was she? A shiver crawls up my spine. I immediately shut the book, my heartbeat thundering the exact same time the thunder strikes the night sky, cracking like electricity. Like a roar in the night sky. Like God Himself is angry. The door librbary creaks, making me place the book in the drawer with fast reflexes.