Mr Whisper Novels & Stories

Surely I was seeing things. Was his cocky attitude haunting me now? I shook my head hard but it didn't erase the fact that Art Wilson was one of my professors? How on earth was he professor? He was only 28. His eyes lingered on me for a second longer before he continued his lecture. His words mumbled into gibberish as all I could scream in my head was no...no...no. I collected my things, and sprinted out of that class, not caring about the murmurs it stirred. I was probably deaf until I drove out of the campus.

I wasn’t interested in fangirling over my childhood bully. “Miss Allen, may I ask what you’re talking about for the past 10 minutes with miss Haynes?” Our teacher Mrs Smith mentally sending daggers to Ginger. She was furious. Her face reddened with anger and the red dress she was wearing wasn’t even helping either. I looked at Ginger and saw her face lose all colour. Come on Ginger make up some excuse. “uh..” great, she’s dead. “hmm, I’m waiting.” Ginger shifted in her seat. She looked like she wanted to pee herself.

I said and copied the phone number from Maya’s phone and left with Silver. ********** A few minutes later, we pulled up in front of Mason’s house. My number one hacker and tracker. He was the best. We both went in and saw him with a girl who stood up from his lap and excused herself to give us some privacy. “Are you sure this guy knows his work?” Silver whispered into my ear doubtfully. “One hundred percent,” I mumbled, and he nodded. “Good morning, Mr. Taylor. It’s an honor to have you in my house,” Mason greeted and dramatically bowed to me, making me roll my eyes and chuckle before he greeted Silver.

He hadn’t really had time to remember their faces back then and he doubted that had changed. “And finally, we have the west wing team. They’re ones responsible for your rooms, of course. Miss Green, Miss Cameron, Miss Banks, Miss Humphrey and the latest addition to our staff Miss Smith,” Mrs Patterson introduced, sounding every bit proud of her ability to hire the best and overseeing the household.

[girl] "My mama told me about this store." Mia, tell us as we walk into the store. Mia's mama, Mariana Lopez, is a famous fashion designer. Mariana is also the woman who inspried me to design. Since the ball was planned on such short notice, Mariana couldn't design dresses for all of us, not in time at least. Mia, Gabrielle, and Charlotte grabbed a few dresses and went to the changing room to try them on.

Xander spat as they all chuckled. They all made their way to the meeting room when they heard someone laughing. They turned their faces to the source of the voice and were greeted by the face of Mr. Williams and his elder son, Marcus Williams, who had nothing on his face except a scowl. It even seemed he was forced to the meeting. Jade's eyes jet with Marcus, the two of them looked at each other as if they want to kill each other. “Greetings to Mr. Westwood and his family.” Mr. Williams said with a smile on his face.

“Good. Now wish me luck, Mr. Mason. I have a branch to run.” He caught her wrist, gently tugging her closer for one last kiss — slow, deep, reverent. Then he whispered: “Go knock them dead, Miss Brown.” ---

The mug of beers clicked together while Camille simply took in water. “I guess Ms Camille doesn’t take alcohol?” Mr Willow, 4Nine manager asked her as she simply nod. “Yes. My secretary is getting drunk and I need to drive myself home. I can’t get drunk,” She said and took in water, the man gulped down a glass of liquor. “You’re very considerate,” Willow mumbled with a smirk. “So, tell me about your CEO, surprisingly enough, we haven’t met since we signed this deal. Is she very busy?” Camille asked and Willow scoffed.

As Mr Justin spoke, all the ladies including Grace gave him their undivided attention. "As The manager of Black Entertainment, I would like to thank All of you Beautiful Ladies, For your Patience and also would like to say sorry for the amount of time we lost due to some difficulties, we hope you forgive us". Mr Justin was very articulate and had his own way with words too, as he spoke Grace noticed how their faces turned from a frown to a smile and even a blush from some ladies as he called them beautiful ladies, Grace didn't think much about it, but they all surely did.

She whispered, her voice thick with emotions. "Me neither," I replied. "But here I am. All set!" "I know you got this," Kris smiled. "I hope so too," I smiled, before biting onto my cheese omelet. An hour later I was comfortably settled in the demure and modestly done office of Mr. Jonathan Miles, a guy in late thirties probably with a partially balding crown and a crooked smile. He looked decent enough to me yet deep inside I can feel something was off.