The Whispers You Are The One Novels & Stories

One girl and one boy, smiles on their faces as they both let the wind sway their swings. An image of a girl with long, red, wavy hair flashed before my eyes and smiled at me, very tender and sweet like it would end my immortality. Then she collapsed into the floor. The vision went black. I couldn't see anything... it was dark... yet there were whispers. "It's her..." "Puoi permetterti di perderla?" "Take her..." "Sarà la tua morte..." I opened my eyes and sat down. My hands were shaking and I was having a hard time catching my breath due to shock. Fucking dream! No. It was a nightmare!

"He's a spy! Get him!" And so, the wedding ceremony became a crime scene. Looking towards May, I asked, "You're the one behind the voice, right?" She glared at me. "Ben gave me your bracelet while you were asleep, then replaced it with a completely identical one so you never noticed. "After wearing your bracelet for long enough, I was able to establish a connection with you and make you think the voice was coming from the baby in your womb." "Why did you do all this?" I asked.

It whispered. It’s not over.

Ethan saw and took advantage of it, advancing until there was barely space between them. "You said you were done with pretending," he whispered. "So stop pretending now." Her eyes met his, wide and shining. She opened her lips to say something, but nothing escaped her lips. Instead, she let out a trembling breath and turned away—deflecting again. Ethan's fingers extended, tentatively, carefully, and touched hers. "You let me in once. That night. The real you," he whispered. "You didn't fake anything then." A muscle in her jaw contracted. She pulled back her hand, but only after he could feel the warmth of her fingers, the tiny shiver that betrayed her.

“I’m not who you thought I was.” A long pause. “Who are you?” he asked quietly. I held his gaze steadily. “Isla Hale. Daughter of Alpha Magnus Hale of the Crescent Moon Pack.” Recognition dawned slowly. The Crescent Moon Pack was ancient. Strategic. Powerful. “You hid that from me.” “Yes.” “Why?” “Because I wanted someone to love me without my title.” The words were honest. Bare. “And now?” he asked. “Now I know what I was loved for.” His jaw tightened.

Loud laughs and hoots of encouragement rose from the crowd watching, as they found my humiliation very entertaining. She lowered her head close to mine and whispered. “I wish you would cease to exist.”

One, whispered question slipped from his lips. "Who are you?"

While whispering. “Nooooo!”

But not before whispering "I love you, Alissa"