The Whispers I Love You Novels & Stories

Jessica pleaded through relentless sobs, her grip trembling but unyielding. “So, this is what you call love, Jessica? Is this how you think love should be won, through desperation and pain?” She pried her friend’s desperate grip from her uniform. With a hardened expression, Sandra cast one last glance at the boy on the rooftop, then turned away and continued walking, her steps steady and unshaken. “You’re heartless, Sandra! You don’t know compassion! You know nothing about love! I HATE YOU! If anything happens to Harris, I will despise you for the rest of my life!!!” Jessica screamed, her voice trembling with fury.

he whisper I feel him position himself between my legs, I hardly close my eyes and prepare for his entrance… "AGHHHH !!!" I whimper with pain when he finally enters me with that big and angry bulge of him. I feel like I lost two of his things so I can't stop crying, he kissed me more when I started crying. “I’m sorry Love, I’ll be gentle promise” he whispers and wipe my tears out. He starts doing small thrust until my body finally adjusted and let him go faster. “Faster” I moan and grip his back.

i whispered as i bent kissing her lips. Walking back into the bathroom i switched on the shower as i started to stroke myself as i shut my eyes tight seeing Her face. I opened my eyes as i frowned aching my brow. I didnt pleasure her. I didnt hear her moan. I only made her cry. I hit my fist on the wall as i stroked myself in anger Adding my pace when i reached my peak before i released. Washing up myself i walked into the room as i cradled beside her bringing her close to me as i spooned her. " I love you" i whispered as i held her close resting my head on her chest. her soft mounds.

“I love you.” “I know.” I whispered back.

As I released it, the air escaping like a fading ember, a whisper slipped free. “I love you.”

I was almost falling asleep when I heard a whisper. “I love you.”

William whispered closely to her ears. "I love you back!" She mumbled.

Between kisses, I whispered, “I love you.” Q

And as she lay in the dark, the phone glowing in her hands, she whispered into the quiet: “I love you, Daniel.” But she didn’t send it. Because some loves don’t speak in words. They speak in silence. And hope.