They Whispered To Her Novels & Stories

He whispered against her hair, voice raw and soft. Brianna broke.

I whispered, and she gasped. Then, I leaned down and I kissed her.

She whispered softly, her head lowered, her lips forming a gentle pout. “She tossed the food I gave her onto your bed, and now the white sheet is stained.”

she whispered to herself. The realization made her blush. A foolish, helpless little smile stole across her lips, and she hid her face behind the pillow. Her feet wriggled in giddy delight beneath the embroidered sheets. Everything about the evening was now soaked in a dreamy haze. The petals, the applause, his voice whispering vows only for her — it all came rushing back in soft waves. She closed her eyes and sighed. "You have given me more than I ever asked for," she whispered into the darkness. Her voice, barely a breath, was not meant for the walls, but for the heavens.

She whispers to me: - I love you, I love you!

And he whispered some words that confused her more. “Mate. Mine.”

I whispered on her ear before she could speak I stabbed her with the knife.

she whispered through tears. “They’re coming.” And the prototype whispered too— tugging at its chains, “…mine…”

He whispered. She gulped. Her legs shook. Her insides quivered. "Very." She choked out. "I thought so too." He kissed her forehead.

she whispered her voice filled with determination. Tbc...