Seputih Hati Novels & Stories

If not, why would he take the medicine to avoid touching her? He despised her! He thought that she was dirty! This realisation made Mango wish she were dead.? She would rather Nathaniel come and interrogate her instead of having this fabricated bliss.? Whether he wanted to deal with this on his own or if he had other plans, Mango was hurt.? How could he hate her so much that he was willing to take medicine to make himself impotent? Hence, Mango was totally heartbroken.? Why had she ever believed in their love? At that moment, all the colour drained from Mango's face.?

I snapped, my anger boiling over. She stared at me, her silence a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside me. It felt like I was shouting into a void, my words echoing back with no real impact. After what felt like an eternity, she finally spoke, her voice trembling. "It's not that I don't try; I just can't forget him."

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

Kurt simply walked away from Annika, leaving her with nothing else to say. Those words echoed over and over again to Annika’s mind as she looked at Kurt walked away. She didn’t call out his name anymore because she couldn’t believe that Kurt had said all those hateful things to her. She couldn't move, talk, or think because it’s like she had been struck by thunder. Annika collected her thoughts and went home feeling nothing but detest, pain and resentment.

"There are voices of people that linger when their lives are unjustly taken from this earth," Crystal said. "Voices of blood, and people who can't get justice for themselves. These voices belong to the souls of the dead, and the innocent. They can haunt you, torment you, and even try to kill you if they are strong enough. They are like air. They can't be seen. They can't be touched. They can be felt, but mostly through one's hearing. They glide in the air. The strong wind can stop them, and so can fire. Nature doesn't necessarily stop them, but anything too loud for you to hear them can temporarily stop them. And that is why they are called whispers.

he held it with his two hands, horizontally, "Then I'm going to ask you questions." "Right so what's the use of the stick?" I asked, furrowing my brows. "See, if you piss me off, I'll hold the stick tight and the more you piss me off, I'll hold it tighter and tighter until it breaks." He explained, "And when it breaks then things won't be good for you, printsessa." (Princess) "You aren't even Russian." I mumbled, internally rolling my eyes. He smirked, "I see you've done your research. And yeah I know I'm not Russian but you see, they say I'm hot when I speak Russian."

He chuckled lightly and went away. “What was that?” Nora crossed her arms over her chest. “Nothing.” Penelope dragged herself towards her workstation. “I was just…” she closed her eyes in embarrassment. “You were distracted by his hair again, weren’t you?” Nora sighed. She covered her face. “You are actually very dumb. Just like a white person.” She said and put on her headphones. “We both are white.” She scrunched her nose. “Yeah, but you are the dumb one.” She rolled her eyes. “I know.” She covered her face again. ***

Present Valerie stood frozen, gazing through the hospital room's glass window, witnessing Dominic's army surrounding the building. Once intended to protect her, their presence now suffocated her. The irony twisted in her chest like a knife. She yearned to shatter the glass, escape the toxic world Dominic constructed around her. Valerie's priorities shifted; self-preservation eclipsed loyalty. Tears pricked her eyes as desperation consumed her. A solitary tear escaped, rolling down her cheek. Valerie's thoughts darkened, hatred simmering against Dominic. His grip choked her, draining life's vibrancy.

The Whispers of Heart Chapter 1 : The Dedication For those who loved too soon, too deep, or too quietly. And for the ones who gave themselves without certainty, Who stayed when they should've left, Or left when their hearts were still whispering "stay." This is for you. May you always find the courage to love again, Even if the world forgets to love you back.

I said as I wipe my non existing tears. "You both are mental!" Usher snickered to us. And we both glared at him . "What?" He asked like his shocked "Shut up! Your also mental!" We three laughed. Well, as I said I do have plan on settle down. But contrary to that, I still not yet found the woman that's right for me. As I can see, women just after my fame, money and bodddy???. Hhahaha.. of course please don't get me wrong people! Peace.. ✌️✌️✌️