I Could Only Whisper Your Name Novels & Stories

I whisper automatically. Why do I always say that? Even when I don’t know what I’m apologizing for. “To what?” he asks, frowning slightly. I don’t answer. I can’t. Silence stretches between us, thick and suffocating. “What’s your name?” he asks again, softer this time. My throat tightens. Names feel like secrets. Like something that can be used against me. But something about him makes it harder to lie. “Maria,” I say quietly. “Maria Eduarda.”

In fact, I could never hate her even if I wanted to. maine chhode hain baaki saare raste bas aaya hoon tere paas re meri aankhon mein tera naam hai pehchaan le... (I have left all other paths, I have come to just you. there is your name in my eyes, recognize it.) "Because I really love you," I whisper huskily in her ear and she stiffens but moves with the music in the next second and looks into my eyes to know if I am lying or not but doesn't say anything for a few minutes.

The silen‌ce hurts more t‌han t‌h‍e burn‌s. I pr⁠ess my f⁠orehe⁠ad against the ground, t‍ears cutt‌ing through s‍oot on my cheeks. Th‌e hea⁠t licks my skin‌, cr‌uel and real. “You promised,” I whisper. “You said you’d find me.”⁠ The smoke swirls like i‌t’s listening, and for a second—just a‍ sec‌ond—‌I i⁠magine hearing him whisper back.

My thoughts raced, searching for answers, for a way to bring her back, to break through the walls of amnesia and fear that imprisoned her. "What's your name?" I whispered, trying to keep my voice gentle, to break through the haze of fear that clouded her eyes. I leaned in slightly, hoping my tone would convey the love and concern I felt—hoping it would be enough to reach her, even if only for a moment.

My legs feel as if it might give out any second. The winds continue whispering. It whispers my name still, the sound distorted and broken. I know not to listen. I know not to. "Blaise." My eyes flutter. They're barely open, fixed down on the sands under my feet. A thought crosses my muddled mind. That...had sounded way too real just now. "Blaise." The whisper comes again. It's the unmistakeable voice of a man. My name falls on his tongue, sweet and deep and seductive.

‎ ‎Then, finally, I whispered, “I’m still here, Isadora.” ‎ ‎She didn’t answer. ‎ ‎Didn’t even blink. ‎ ‎But I meant it. ‎ ‎Even if she didn’t want me to be— ‎ ‎I wasn’t going anywhere. ‎

Growing with each breath I took. I stepped closer. My heart hammered in my ears. A whisper echoed through the room. Soft. Desperate. So quiet I almost didn't hear it. "Help us."

The only thing I had left of her. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I didn't know." A soft voice, a whisper in the back of my mind. Now you do. Now you can fight. I closed my eyes, and I let the fire burn.

An ethereal being with translucent red hair came out of Rose and stood, watching her behind. This was Rose's whisper, the very one she had used to lure the men to the house she had been trapped in with her sisters. Rose exhaled. "You are the greatest of all my whispers. What do you think I should do?" Never had she asked advice from a whisper before, not even hers. The whisper looked at Rose with uncertainty and whispered, "Are you certain that I am free to speak?" Rose nodded. "Yes."

‘I hope Kurt is here’ she whispered. “Relax, baby girl. We’re not going to hurt you. We’re just going to have some fun.” They put tape on her mouth so she will not scream again. And just when they were about to undress her. She closed her eyes and screamed Kurt’s name then someone busted the door.