The Whispers You Are The One Novels & Stories

I whispered, my voice some sort of plea as he began to pump faster. "Come, piccolina, come for me," he whispered , leaning closer to me to kiss my breasts. And I came, my pussy tightening around his fingers, his name a scream in my mouth. He covered my mouth with a kiss to trap most of the noise. I lay there in bed, staring at the ceiling and basking in the after math of my orgasm.

“Your little club doesn’t exactly have open auditions.” The Gatekeeper nodded. He moved closer, the knife gleaming in his hand. His voice was quiet, the kind of quiet that made you want to check if you were still breathing. “Who do you work for?” The woman tilted her head, her fox mask catching the light. “I can’t answer that.” The Gatekeeper didn’t press her. He wasn’t the questioning type. He set the knife on the block with a slight clink and turned back to Thronebearer. “Your orders?”

I whispered. Where is it?

The same pity I would feel for any ailing stranger. "Yvone…" William looked at me. His eyes were bloodshot. "I know I failed you. I'm not hoping for forgiveness, and… my days are numbered. To be honest, I'd like you to stay with me in the last moments of my life. Then, I can rest in peace." A moment of quiet deliberation later, I answered calmly, "Sure." William was stunned. My agreement came faster than he'd expected. He practically lit up. In fact, he became so excited that he started hacking violently. His back arched at the effort, his cheeks flushing in exertion.

He whispered against my ear. A shiver of excitement ran through me which immediately released my hold on him. “Good girl.” He whispered before kissing my neck. I drifted off to sleep before Damian returned. Small waves lapped against the sand as I stood watching them. The sound of wildlife around me filled my ears. The waves swooshed louder and became bigger. Quickly swishing passed my ankles and sent ice cold waves through me. I tried to back away but I was held in place. The sand was swallowing up my feet and holding me in place. I tried to thrash and pull my way out, but I couldn’t move. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. As soon as my eyes closed, the sand released me and the crash

I whispered. I walked over to the counter, picked up the small bag, and slipped it into my coat pocket. Without wasting another second, I opened the door and walked out, leaving behind the safety of my room—and maybe, a part of myself too. I walked back outside and followed him. We got to Mrs. Yates's room, and I asked him to excuse us. He went outside; I looked at the woman and spat on her face, then injected her and she slept off immediately. After some few minutes, I walked back outside; he looked at me, waiting for an answer, and I gave him an assuring look before making my way upstairs.

When then she whispers. “I’m sorry, Alliah.”

I whisper. “I love you,”

She whispers. -----------------------