It Started With A Whisper Novels & Stories

And most of all, we learn that real love, whether romantic, platonic, or self-given, asks us to show up honestly, love bravely, and choose ourselves without apology. Let this be a reminder: Even broken hearts can whisper. And even whispered hearts can love again. Summary: In a world where love is often loud and fleeting, The Whispers of Heart tells the quiet, deeply personal stories of four souls daring to love bravely. Davina, a thoughtful introvert, rediscovers passion with a man who sees beyond her silence. Emmy, vibrant yet guarded, opens herself to joy and heartbreak but learns to choose herself. Sofia, wounded by betrayal, finds healing in an intense connection that vanishes with the m

I whisper. Someone already got here first.

ALANA His name echoed long after I whispered it. Silas Veronin. I hadn’t meant to say it aloud. Not to him. Not yet. But something in Zach's eyes, something bruised and burning and on the edge, made me do it. He needed to hear it. To know there were still truths buried beneath everything we thought we’d already uncovered. And that some of those truths had teeth. The moment the name left my mouth, I saw the shift in him. A crack in that cold control he’d been wearing like armor. Like he knew that name better than his own. Like the sound of it reopened a wound he’d spent years pretending had scarred over.

Something wasn’t right. Before I could change my mind again, I found myself standing right at the door, leaning against it. Eavesdropping. Not something I was proud of, but I needed to know. Her voice had been loud moments ago, almost like she was arguing—or panicking. But now… it was low. Almost like a whisper. Why the sudden change? I pressed my ear more firmly against the door, hoping to catch even a word. And then… I heard it. Just one word. Just one sentence.

He never once told them to stop until the last bucket was empty. He slowly walked over to her, bent down, and wiped her cheek with a silk handkerchief. But his words were sharp and cruel. "Sandra is awake. She doesn't blame you for cursing her and forgives you. She even said it wasn't really you who did it, but you were possessed." He paused. "I had my men prepare the salt water for you. It's supposed to ward off evil spirits, but it won't do anything unless you're soaked in it for 72 hours."

he murmured, voice rough. “Truce,” she whispered. The kiss started soft; an apology, a promise and a question all at once. His lips brushed hers once, twice, gentle as sunrise. Then his hands slid to her waist, pulling her flush against him, and it turned hungry. She tasted coffee and regret and desperate want on his tongue. He walked her backward until her knees hit the edge of the bed, and she went down willingly, pulling him with her. His palm slipped beneath the hem of the T-shirt, fingers skating up the sensitive skin of her inner thigh with devastating intent. When he found her bare, already slick for him, he groaned into her mouth; a broken, reverent sound that made her toes curl.

My heart raced as he leaned down, past my cheek to my ear and whispered, “Just remember. I don’t mind hard work. Anything worth having is worth working hard and fighting for. I also don’t like to lose so I look forward to hearing the rest of your story.” As soon as he whispered that, he planted the smallest ghost of a whisper of a kiss on my cheek as my breath hitched in my throat and I closed my eyes to savor the sensation. When I opened them again, he was walking away and I was trembling like a leaf. All plans to avoid him had vanished into thin air.

I had no idea where to find him, so I stood outside the prison gates where Trevis had been incarcerated for years. That day, many inmates were released after serving their sentences, but I never saw the person I longed to see. As night fell, I left. The years of longing and unexpressed emotions had almost driven me crazy. So, I began to write, using my few memories to document our story. I titled it "Whispers Across the Moon." It was published in my senior year. The story of a young girl's innocent and unrequited love moved countless readers to tears and touched many hearts.

It was the beginning. THE END

I whisper. What have I done?!