Mr Whisper Novels & Stories

He was short in height and has a pot belly, but not the type that is too obvious. He has light brown hair and deep jet black eyes. He looked into her eyes. He smiled softly like an angel. There was this thing about his smile like he was touching one's soul with it. He looked like a professional in handling people. He was so calm and gentle. "Miss Melanie, can you hear me?" He asked in a very calm and creepy tone. Mel shook her head, as if shaking off a hypnosis. He doesn't seem to like that. He snapped his finger and then stretched it. A syringe was placed on his palm by the nurse and chairman Charles remained silent, watching everything.

“Hello… Anyone there? “I call, but I don't get an answer. Instead, the humming continues. *Run, coward. It's nothing new to you. Runaway. Like beauty ran from you.* That annoying voice says, and I grit my teeth and clench my fists. I bend to avoid bringing my head in contact with the hanging objects, and I proceed towards the passage, to where the hums are coming. I walk through the doorway at the end of the passage and enter a room brightly lit with orange lights. The walls are illuminated by the bright light, so much so, it's hard to tell what color the walls are painted in. The floor is completely covered by a massive carpet, and at the far end of the room, opposite the doorway where I'm

The rover dashed drived into the parking lot underground which was built for only him and his team. His driver quickly stepped out to open the door for him and as soon as he stepped out, his eyes through his shades spotted a young red haired girl probably in her early twenties rushing down and heading towards them in her heels. “She's your personal secretary Mr Miller. She's been recommended by HR and is good at her job as well sir.” His right hand Kent told him. And, all his focus on the red haired was on her heels and contemplated she would fall flat on her face and get fired instantly.

Who the hell am I? Talia (online) — A married woman, no children. I play for just over a month every day, usually in the morning. But lately... I’m playing at night. RLC has become my big distraction to my loneliness... Now enough about me, who is Mr. X? Mr. X is typing... Mr. X is typing... Mr. X is typing... Mr. X seems to be typing infinitely, or it was just my anxiety to know more about him...