It Started With A Whisper Novels & Stories

Loud laughs and hoots of encouragement rose from the crowd watching, as they found my humiliation very entertaining. She lowered her head close to mine and whispered. “I wish you would cease to exist.”

Jonah clicked and the whisper came through — clearer, singular, unmistakable. The name on the recording was as small as a moth and as large as an accusation; it came through the speakers, slow and deliberate, and the single, tiny syllable was—

I whispered. And we were. THE END.

"On the mountaintop." "What are you doing on the mountaintop?" "Watching the stars." "Wait for me, I'll come right now…" Suddenly, there was a loud noise on the other end of the line. It sounded like a woman was speaking. Samuel snapped something in a low voice. The woman seemed persistent, and Samuel didn't say anything for a long while. Then, Isabella heard what seemed to be the sound of a kiss. Isabella sneered. "Samuel, are you still coming?"

he whispers and then kisses me. . c.m. louden

It was beautiful, terrifying, and utterly alien. "The Whispering Gate," Misha breathed, her voice filled with awe and trepidation. She still held my hand, her grip now a little shaky. Her other hand rested protectively on her stomach. The air thrummed with a low, insidious murmur. A chorus of voices, barely audible, yet everywhere. Promises of forgotten power. Echoes of lost loved ones. Whispers of regrets, of roads not taken. It was a symphony of despair, intricately woven with tantalizing temptations.

Eyes wet. He whispered.

Heart pounding. “Make me,” I whispered. And the night truly began

she whispers with a yawn then turns her face to look at me. I don't say anything just lean down and start to pepper the slightly red skin with soft kisses while trailing my fingers tops down her spine watching as goosebumps form on her body. I’ve been with my fare share of women but this girl has me hooked like a addict and I’m ready to make her mine again. Slipping out of bed a little past 5 am I get dressed and slip out of her room close I* the door softly behind me leaving a naked Sasha laying on her stomach with a pillow in my place.

I whimper as I whisper, “Why?”