I Could Only Whisper Your Name Novelas e Histórias

I whispered It was a war now A slow, filthy, breathless war His knuckles brushed my cheek His other hand hovered just beneath my breast I held still Waiting Daring Begging without saying a word Then I whimpered Quiet Pathetic Accidental And he groaned Like the sound broke him “I should walk away,” he muttered, more to himself than to me “Then why haven’t you,” I whispered His head dropped His forehead pressed to mine Our breaths tangled Everything went quiet Except the rain The wind

But now, all it took was silence — and the thought of her — to tear them down. He sank slowly to the floor, his reflection flickering in the polished tile beneath him. And in a voice that barely reached the air, he whispered the name again — the one he couldn’t say aloud to anyone else. “Luna…” he whispered — as if saying her name could bring her back.

I spat a curse after pointing out the obvious. “Why Love, a lady like you shouldn't be talking with that sort of mouth.” He smirked. “I don't care about how I should be talking. I’m talking. So I’m saying as I damn please.” I scoffed pointing a finger at him. The men behind him laughed. Being silenced by a glare. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He hummed more to himself. “Really? And I should believe that why?” I mimicked his tone glancing down as the floor beneath crept with ice. Now I had an advantage.

“It feels so much better when a loved one calls you by name, baby.” Her gaze was filled with a raw, desperate lust, pleading for release. The pleasure and hesitation danced across her face, a beautiful conflict that ignited my own desires. The thunder rumbled in the distance, mirroring the storm of emotions between us, and then she whispered my name for the first time, “Harrison.”

The kind that wasn't loud or cocky, but quiet, steady like he'd been waiting for this very moment. “How did you know my name?” I whispered, my voice sharp with disbelief washing over my face. “Let's say you know my name somehow. You were here and while you were passing, you saw and heard my name while my friends were calling me. Because the boat is close to my birthday party.”

“Silly, I'm the only thing you need and I'm right here” “I need your name, if we are to work together; I need your name” “You don't need my name. I'm only here for a while and my name won't change a thing” “It might not change a thing for you but it'll definitely change something for me, you can't stay in my head and I won't even know who you are, how you got in my head, what your mission is, why I have to listen to you and his the hell you got into my head in the first place”

Trembling. His thumb brushed my cheekbone. “Fight it,” he whispered. “I’m trying,” I gasped. “I’m trying but it— it’s learning me, Cain. It’s wearing me.” “It isn’t you,” he said fiercely. “It doesn’t get to claim your body. Or your voice. Or your name.” Except… there was a whisper at the back of my skull. Our name. Cain’s breath hitched. “What did it say?” I shook my head—but my reflection answered for me.

His eyes hardened, the air growing heavier as he leaned in slightly and repeated, slower this time,"What is your name?" " Ad..Advika" I whispered, my voice trembling as the word left my lips, carrying all my fear and uncertainty with it. He didn’t respond, not a single word, and that silence broke something inside me. Fear spilled over as I looked at him, my voice shaking despite my effort to be brave. "Who are you?" I whispered desperately. "Why did you kidnap me? Please… please leave me." My words trembled, soaked in panic and a fragile hope that felt like it was slipping away.

I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “You don’t have to say anything,” Ethan replied, his voice gentle. “Just know that I’m here, and I’m with you, no matter what happens.” I nodded, my emotions a chaotic mix of confusion, fear, and something I wasn’t ready to name. I wanted to tell him that I felt the same, that despite everything, I had come to care for him in ways I hadn’t expected. But the words wouldn’t come. All I could do was hold on to his hand, hoping that it would be enough—for now.

My lower lip trembled despite myself. I let out a shuddered breath and whispered into the silence, “Casio…” It barely managed to leave my lips. And I didn’t know if I was calling for him or just remembering him. But in the dark, in the cold, and beneath the unblinking red eye of the camera, his name was the only thing that still made me feel like there was still some thread of hope.