Olivia By The Whispers Novels & Stories

"I know that you will be strong for us both, Mother. Know that you are in my thoughts, always. I love you both, and I miss you dearly. Please, be well and be happy. Yours eternally, Olivia." I looked up as Damien made a softly triumphant sound. He held up a pale blue envelope, apparently dyed with pressed flowers. In his other hand, a handful of wax beads. "I knew I had these. Have you finished your writing?" he asked. I nodded. "I have, Sire."

The one whose voice I had convinced myself couldn’t possibly be the same. My cock twitched again inside my trousers, already stirring back to life at the sight of her. “Forgive me, Father,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from taking me so deep. A slow, sinful smile curved her lips. “For I have sinned… and I want more.”

Sandra went back to sipping her juice, even joining in as the others sang. Her joy had only just begun to settle when she heard the opening notes of a new song. This time, it was Jessica who was about to sing. “Somewhere over the rainbow, Way up high, There’s a land that I heard of Once in a lullaby…” Sandra’s heartbeat quickened until it pressed painfully against her chest. Her breathing grew shallow, strained. Tiny whispers, faint and ghostly, began to curl into her ears. Her body stiffened, turning cold. She clutched her glass tighter and tighter until a thin line of blood slowly trickled from her palm.

Female. Close. Olivia moved forward. Her guards followed, steps cautious, weapons steady. The hallway narrowed, leading to a storage area. Broken crates littered the floor. Old surgical fabric rustled on its own, moved by a breeze that shouldn’t exist down here. Olivia stepped over a fallen beam. The whisper came again. This time, clearer, “Olivia.” Her team stiffened. The whisper wasn’t mechanical. It wasn’t distorted. It wasn’t inhuman. It was her voice.

"What is it?" "Too loud," Olivia whispered, covering her ears. "What’s too loud? It’s quiet here," Jack said. "Not the sound," Olivia pointed at the streams of light flowing through the crystals. "The voices. Inside the light." She walked toward one of the pillars. Jack tried to stop her, but the look on her face stopped him. She wasn't possessed; she was listening. "Daddy, this isn't just numbers," Olivia said, her voice trembling. "It’s... pieces of people."

Talk to you later. [Olivia] 💦

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

Olivia said through her tears. Ivy looked at Olivia with a sad look. However, she understood Olivia's pain and devastation. "I will, ma'am," Ivy said again. "Thank you." Olivia smiled, her gaze filled with tears and a desire to cry. *** Olivia again felt a terrible pain in her head, like there were thousands of needles piercing her. Unconsciously, her hand repeatedly hit her head, trying to drive away the unbearable pain. Strange whispers continued to buzz in her ears and head, making her even more frantic.

That was the word that lingered unspoken between them. They were watching. Waiting. Olivia forced herself to breathe. This was her fight. They had called for her. She stepped forward. “Olivia—” Ralph’s hand shot out, grabbing her wrist, but she shook him off. She wasn’t about to stand by and let whatever this was toy with her. The figures reacted immediately. As soon as she moved, the whispers grew louder, overlapping, shifting between voices—some familiar, some foreign, some that sent ice through her veins because she knew she had never heard them before but recognized them anyway.

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