Hush Novel Novels & Stories

"You are new here." I nodded. The remaining four, a short sandy-haired dude with three girls reclining on a trunk of a tree turned to me. They were curious. So far, everyone I met was welcoming. It is important to me that I'm welcomed here. I want to make WhiSare my new home, a place I can stay with mom and not feel like an outsider. "But I recognize you from..." one of the girls was saying as she leaned forward. "Wait you are DeShawn Hunter! You were the face of Henty's summer magazine for 2 years."

She can only hope that Charlotte doesn’t misunderstand her like Lincoln does. “Will he even come?” She wonders out loud. Nathan doesn’t seem like someone who wakes up early. Halsey debates whether to call him or not when she hears the bushes behind her shuffling. “Nathan?” She peers at the bushes and for a second, she thought she saw a shadow there. Halsey slowly stands up, feeling cautious. “Hello?” She says a little loudly. “Is anyone there? Is that you, Nathan?” Silence. Halsey doesn’t dare to approach the spot. Her senses are tingling as if something bad will happen if she goes any closer. She keeps her attention on the bushes, holding her breath.

And I used to believe him. I used to think his slurred whispers were truth. But now? Now it was just another kind of cruelty. I said nothing. Gently, I guided him out to the car. He collapsed against me, head resting in my lap, peaceful like a child. Then came the whisper. Soft. Shaky. “Daisy…Daisy... why didn’t you choose me… why…” That was the moment everything snapped into place. The name he had whispered in his sleep for years. It wasn’t mine. It was never mine.

Enough to but not to disperse it completely. HELP! That was all Journee could manage. A whisper into the very depths of her soul, hoping someone, anyone would hear her. Mist swept through the library. Like a thick fog in the Himalayan Mountain trails, it cloaked the little human snugly. A comfort baby blanket was the first thing that came to her mind. “Hush my little one. As long as I am with you, no power in the heavens, earth or hell can touch you.” The voice come from the mist itself.

In the silence of his room, Vihaan's whispered question lingered, carrying with it the echoes of a world beyond imagination—a world that he had glimpsed, if only for a fleeting moment, in the realm of dreams. The early morning sun painted the sky in shades of pink and gold, casting a serene glow over the quiet neighborhood. In the tranquil moments before the world fully woke up, Sukoon stood at the doorstep of a cozy, picturesque house, waiting for Khushi to emerge. Khushi emerged from the house, her hair cascading down in gentle waves, wearing a soft smile that belied the turmoil inside her. Sukoon's presence gave her a sense of calm, a brief respite from the chaos that had consumed her lif

Inside, the world learned to whisper. Sasha drifted past the tables of new releases and bright covers. A staff recommendation card propped under a novel promised “a heroine you’ll ache for.” She smiled at that—envy, maybe; exhaustion, certainly. She chose something thick with a map on the first page and a promise of a different kind of kingdom. The cashier, a teenager with soft blue hair and nails bitten to the quick, bagged it and didn’t look twice at the man in the suit hovering nearby. Bless the oblivious and underpaid.

I added, “By the way, Don killed that debt collector. He’s been sentenced to death. “You’re about to get out soon. Who knows if those people will come after you? And with that huge debt, you could spend your whole life selling yourself and still never pay it off.” Fiona’s expression went blank and hollow. Finally, she just stared at the table in front of her. I put down the microphone and walked away without looking back. The next day, the prison called. Fiona had hanged herself. I was cooking with Lara when I heard. “What’s on your mind? You zoned out for a second there,” she teased. I leaned my head against her shoulder with a grin. “Nothing. I’m just really glad you believed me when thing

"She buried the 'Keys' in the heat. She thought the life of the planet would protect them. But the planet is tired, Kael." ​She looked at Kael, and for a second, he saw a flicker of something human in those dark pits—a shadow of grief. ​"You carry the Hush-Blade," she said. "Do you know why it’s silent? It’s because it’s a parasite. It eats the frequency so it can stay sharp. Give it to me." ​"Go to hell," Kael gritted out, his fingers straining to reach the hilt.

Someone else, Margaret? Then he looked away. That hurt more than the rejection itself. The pain in my chest became unbearable. Everything around me started spinning. The whispers sounded distant. My breathing turned uneven. Then darkness swallowed me whole. ***** When I opened my eyes again, the room was dark except for the lamp glowing beside the bed. For one peaceful second, I forgot everything. Then it all crashed back at once, making my head spin violently. My chest tightened painfully. I blinked slowly and realized Ethan was asleep beside me, one arm wrapped tightly around my waist. Mora was curled up awkwardly on the sofa nearby.

" Behind us, Jody's heart-wrenching sobs filled the air. I pushed down the last bit of pain in my chest and walked into the sunset. Chloe, from now on... Daddy is going to live a good life for you in this world. The End