Tails X Whisper Novels & Stories

Shaking his head Tan whispers "tell me" "When I'm around you Tan I can never look away" Tan's breathing gets heavier as Harris uses his lips to caress Tan's face. "Every time you smile all I want to do is stick my dick in that pretty mouth" Harris kisses him again. "mmm," Tan moans "what else do you want to do to me?" Slowly whispering in Tan's ear "I want to flip you against this wall tear your pants and underwear off and make that amazing ass mine."

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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.

I ignored them focusing solely on Damion. “See that ice Damion.” I purred grinning, “With a snap of my fingers I can make it crumble. Taking your arm, or whatever body part it touches with it.” “You wouldn't kill me.” “That’s where you’re wrong.” While everyone watched in anticipation for what was to come, for what I would do. I gave the boys a cold chilled smile which only added bravado to my performance. I took in a breath and instead of crumbling Damion’s arm I strode to the table reclaiming my seat. Picking at my plate I sipped my tea flipping Damion the bird while he threw more curses my way. I finished my tea in satisfaction licking my lips. Only then did I snap my fingers.

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"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." A hint of horror flickered in Emma's eyes. She desperately grabbed Wesley's hand. "I had nothing to do with the crimson words. You have to believe me." He slowly pried her fingers off his hand, cruel to the last. "Actions have consequences, Emma. Even a child gets that." Feeling the last bit of warmth leaving her hand, she tried one last time to say something, but it just sounded pitiful and pleading. "Please don't leave me here. I'm afraid of the dark."