Whining Synonym Novels & Stories

“OW! Dude, do you even know how rough you get!?” “What do I usually say when you start whining like a baby!? That’s nothing and you know it.” “I’d like to see that...” Whitney admitted with a giggle, watching her girlfriend gasp and try to recover from the second blow by rubbing her sore side. “She needs to be knocked down a few pegs.”

"That is the last thing I'll ever do and stop joking around, I'm being serious here Liam, so take me seriously!" Why do I sound like I'm whining? It's hurting my ears to even hear all that. To think he will respond but his smile grows bigger. He's amused and he's not even hiding it. " Unbelievable." I grumble, turning away. My back now facing him. " You're so annoying, my gosh." " And you're still cute." I jump slightly when he whispers close to my ear, his breath tickling my skin. " I'm not cute," I mumble, rolling my eyes.

The noise she made was halfway between moan and sob. “What…what are you doing to me?” Her eyes were so pretty with the welling of tears, the dilation of climax, the tremor of fear and uncertainty. “Nica. You know. I’m making you mine. Making you my whore.” That sound. That little whimper she made, like a trapped animal, like a wanton slut. It made me twitch; made me stiffen again and push inside her. “Uh-uh… I’m not a…” “Not a whore? Darling. Weren’t those your very words? When you were begging me to fuck you? To make you come? You said it. And didn’t I hear and give you what you wanted?” My mouth hovered close to her ear, as if telling a secret.

in usual euphonious tone, She wouldn't dare cry in a cacophonous tone which she doesn't even know how to sound like. She felt a tittilating comfy clothes walking from her buttocks to her back so slowly and easing this second pain, she was breathing so hard and fast as she swallowed every saliva that welled her mouth. "Count, Whimper and Moan !" He instructed, his voice as reverberating as it always, As he whipped her with the belt so hard, "Three !" She whimpered, only her moans, the clatter of the table and contentful moans of Lord Storm could be heard in the room,

We are not a real couple and he is helping me, it is unfair to use him again like this. My wolf was screaming to be marked by him! She wanted the wolf mating and the marking of a man! I am also starving but something is not meant to be done. And there are about a thousand reasons why this should go on? What can I do? “Tehila!” he called softly and I hummed as I couldn't answer him straight, my voice was lost in the lust of the moment. “Can you feel it too?” He whispered and his hoarse voice wasn't helping my situation at all. Why is his whispering or why does it feel like he is whispering?

she was whining like a kid. "What is happening here?" "Sir, she is asking for more drinks and she already had a lot. I am just asking her to stop her but she is not listening to me" "Ok, you can go" "NO! Wait! You can't go like this. I want more. Give me one more glass" she whined again. "Just shut up" I scolded her. "I will not shut up. You shut up" She said while filling the air in her chubby cheeks and pout on her lips. She is looking like a lost puppy.

I whine knowing very well how childish I sound. But I can’t even pretend to mask my frustration and disappointment. Drew rolls his eyes. “Yeah and your lame big brother isn’t changing his mind.” I turn to Hayden, my eyes pleading. “Hayden, help, please.” I whine. Hayden shrugs and gives me a sympathetic look. "Sorry, M. Drew's the boss." I let out a frustrated groan. "Arg! I hate you!" I yell even though I know Drew won’t really take my outburst seriously.

“Always words when I ask. I want to hear your voice acknowledge it.” “Yes,” I whispered, the sound barely audible, hoarse from the prolonged silence and the vise gripping my throat. My wolf whined—a deep, internal sound of raw confusion and burgeoning want, pressing harder against the chemical barriers, testing them with growing desperation, craving more of this intoxicating, terrifying presence.

“Mason, please…” her voice was a whine, heavy with lust. He put on a mocking expression of sympathy. “Awwn, is that not enough for the little angel? Need a bit more, hmm? Perhaps something to fill you up? You seemed to like my fingers inside you.”

“Until your voice is hoarse, and your body is aching with need. Only then will I sink deep inside your wet-” “Okay! Okay.” I whined. “I would’ve.”