Sonic X Whisper Novels & Stories

I started pulling it out of the shelf but suddenly I heard someone whisper into my ears. "So this is where you have been holed up all day." Xander's baritone voice whispered into my ears with his warm breath fanning on my ears. I jolted, hearing him, and dropped the book as I stumbled backwards, almost falling on the floor, but Xander caught me and pulled me against his chest with his hand secured around my waist.

"Silas. It's your frequency. Your body. Not his. Not the siphon. Yours." Nothing. "He borrowed it," Xander said. "He built his network around it. But the siphon is gone. The anchor is gone. What he's touching right now is yours, and you can make it go where you tell it to." The floorboards vibrated. The amplifier hummed its low terrible note. The black in Silas's eyes shifted — not cleared, but moved, the way ink moved in water when something disturbed it. A ripple. Something underneath pressing back.

“Wish I could taste you right now baby. You sound so perfect right now, those pretty sounds. Don’t hold back. Let me hear you, all of you,” My fingers picked up, the sounds of my pussy getting wetter. I didn’t hold back my moans, letting them echo through the walls of bedroom. Xavier’s breathing came through the speakers, harsh and fast, the rushing water barely able to conceal the slick sound of his hand pumping his cock. The image imprinted in my mind. My mouth watered. I spread my legs further, using my free hand to touch my body in a feeble attempt at mimicking his rough touch.

“Let it all out… milk every last second. God, I can hear how wet you are… how hard you came for me. You sound like heaven, Sylvia. So fucking beautiful when you fall apart.” “Mmm… Bryan…” I moaned softly, my fingers still moving lazily inside me as the final ripples faded. “I came so hard… my legs are still shaking. I’ve never… never cum like that on the phone before. You made me squirt a little… I’m soaked.”

“Buy her something expensive. Keep things smooth.” Rowan’s voice sharpened. “I’m not juggling women. I just need time.” Time. To decide if I was worth keeping. Outside the door, something inside me went very still. Lyra my wolf whimpered softly. We heard the truth. I didn’t burst in. I didn’t cry. I stepped back quietly. If I had walked in, maybe he would have lied smoothly. Held my waist. Kissed my forehead. Told me his friends exaggerated. Maybe I would have believed him.

Ray murmured softly, his voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing. Samira looked up at him, her brow furrowing in confusion. "What?" Ray smiled, a real smile this time, free of his usual guardedness. "I whisper how much I want you, how much you drive me crazy, and how much I need you. Even when I try to hide!"

Amidst the radiance of the laughter ringing out from behind the shadows, the gentleness of her voice when she was not taut. The hollow in her eyes. He got a glass of water and glared at the wall between them. And didn't move. There was a noise. Whispery. Muffled. A scream. He pressed his ear against the wall. A scream—a long gasp for breath. But unmistakably Sienna's. His heart skipped a beat. Not going to be swayed, he pulled on his hoodie, hauling it down over his head, and moved stealthily out into the corridor.

As his air supply lowered and his chest began to burn tightly, Xzavier’s fight or flight kicked in as he began to kick and scratch at his girlfriend in an attempt to free his windpipe. “W-why?” Xzavier raspily choked out as he changed his defense plan and was now frantically searching his nightstand for everything and anything that would cease the sudden attack. His heart sank when his girlfriend did nothing but squeeze harder as a wicked and sly smile slid onto her face. Xzavier, who was now seeing stars, finally got his hand around the glass of water he always left on his nightstand at night. With his freehand and all the force he could muster into his increasingly weakening muscles, Xzavi

I grabbed a red marker and slashed a thick, furious X through his face. That made four. Four dead. Four silences. Still no answers. Two left. My eyes narrowed at the remaining photos—Mr. Rogers and the last unknown figure whose name I was still chasing. I snatched up my phone and dialed. “Find Mr. Rogers’ address for me,” I said coldly. “Yes, sir,” came the immediate reply. I ended the call and tossed the phone onto the bed, heading into the bathroom. The blood on my hands might wash away…

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."