Whimsical Reads Novels & Stories

"There are voices of people that linger when their lives are unjustly taken from this earth," Crystal said. "Voices of blood, and people who can't get justice for themselves. These voices belong to the souls of the dead, and the innocent. They can haunt you, torment you, and even try to kill you if they are strong enough. They are like air. They can't be seen. They can't be touched. They can be felt, but mostly through one's hearing. They glide in the air. The strong wind can stop them, and so can fire. Nature doesn't necessarily stop them, but anything too loud for you to hear them can temporarily stop them. And that is why they are called whispers.

--- Do you guys want to see MeSsio's dreamy wedding, or do you want to know who stole those hot, sexy men from the border? Whisper: *I wish it was me, *sobs**

The one belonging to a powerful business family. "Wait… What?" Ridiculous. I thought we were in the same boat, but it turns out I was the only one sinking. Did he really have to take poor-person cosplay this far? Wesley was a special admission student. Just not the kind I thought. He was here for a "life experience." It felt like waking up to discover that the friend you shared a humble meal with was actually a prince traveling in disguise. And as an NPC in his story, I was supposed to gasp and say, "Wow, so you're actually a billionaire? I had no idea."

Like a faint murmur carried on the wind, temptation whispers to them, offering glimpses of forbidden pleasures and the unknown. For Dr. Claire Holloway, the whispers are not only external but internal, a manifestation of her own suppressed longings. The story matches the title as it delves into the quiet yet persistent calls of desire that both Claire and her enigmatic client, Aiden James, must confront. Their journey is one of exploration, where the whispers of temptation lead them into uncharted territories of the psyche and the heart.

A voice note. Forty one seconds. She stood in the empty gym and looked at it and thought about the last voice note, the one she had listened to twice and filed under not important, which had not been not important, and she thought about *because I wanted to see if that was actually true* and she thought about three words written in a margin and crossed out but not erased. She pressed play. His voice came through the speaker, quiet and without performance, and she stood very still in the empty gym and listened to all forty one seconds, and when it ended she stood for a moment longer in the silence that followed.

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ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ Wow, the business department lives up to their name, What a wonderful event did they organize, As I and Emma were strolling and having complete fun of the day A familiar yet distant voice pulled me back to the reality "Yo~ What is a Mistress daughter doing here? Wandering around shamelessly" I turned around to find a person meeting her is the last thing I wanna do but here she is . . Please follow me to support dealing with the unexpected embarrassment, with the next chapter. . "Humiliation"

The fact is that if I will be seen by such creature my demise would be imminent. It was rather odd that En was quite in this whole endeavor. He might be trying to contact the powerful being in order to help me or he’s just busy with trying to block the maddening whispers that were trying to invade my mind. I scratched my ears as the insistent buzzing due to the miasma made my ear itchy, like listening to an ASMR but instead of sweet nothings all you could hear were maddening screams of those who were taken and there urge to join them in there maddening cacophony.

"F**k! Don't stop!" The words ran out of her mouth unexpectedly, and Tiger raised his head up from her middle immediately, the eyes of the devils' mirrored. "You like this too, don't you?" He said in a tone of mockery, his breaths brushing her c*nt teasingly. She couldn't find the right words to reply him. She's not the type to be at loss for words, but something about this devil is casting a spell on her right now. she couldn't move a nerve as he kept holding her down.

He still hated mushrooms. And Luca’s daughter Sophia Grace DiLorenzo was two and fearless. She insisted on wearing a chef’s hat that covered half her face and loved nothing more than dunking her hands into flour and yelling, “Messy means yummy!” Amara had returned to writing part-time. A publisher picked up her essays about life, food, and love, and her first book, Whisked Away: Recipes for the Heart, hit the indie bestseller list. At book signings, she wrote this in every copy: