Whis Staff Novels & Stories

My wolf is an Alpha’s wolf, and an alpha does not whimper. Then I heard some clear words. "Me?!" A woman’s voice cut through the rustling leaves. She was on the verge of a full-blown scream, but she sharply caught herself, choking the sound back into a harsh whisper. I adjusted my hearing, straining against the distance and the roar of the falls. "Yes. I know you, Es..." The last part of the name blurred in my ears, muffled by a sudden gust of wind. I couldn't catch the exact syllable. Was it a name? A title?

Claire's eyes brightened. "Yes. White loved me," Harriet said. "I knew it wasn't healthy of course, and with the demand, you, Claire, were making for him to make you human, it only made him power-hungry. He didn't know what to do of course, so I said that I would help him. I told him what to do. I gave him the right combinations, and he made the deadliest whispers in history, equally making me more powerful. He never knew I was a Steele of course, and that whatever he did to you all would affect me. I used that to punish the Baron, and I turned him to a whisper." "Apparently, I had just discovered then that White, now all-powerful, thanks to the shared powers of the sisters, save for mine, h

Xavia said, “I heard that Whitham Group has a pivotal position in Darlsbury, and the group has influence over many things. I need you to do me a favor. Can you help me to terminate my contract with Dallas Entertainment? Then, I can cook for you unconditionally.” Lily Whitham frowned in return.

“Says the man who’s probably yelled at three sous chefs today.” “Only two,” he said dryly. “You want to join the staff?” She blinked. “What?” “I need locals. For the front of house. Catering. Maybe even kitchen support. You’ve got energy.” “Is that chef-speak for ‘you look like you’ve had three jobs this week’?” He smiled, surprisingly warm. “It’s chef-speak for ‘you move like someone who gives a damn.’ That’s rare.” Amara felt her cheeks warm. “Thanks. But I already have two jobs. And a kid.”

She uploaded a packet of data—art, music, philosophy from a thousand light-years away—and said, "We are watching. We are waiting." Then she parked in orbit and went silent. Peaceful. Watchful. But tonight, the eyes of the world aren't on the sky. They are on a warehouse in Brooklyn that has been converted into a fortress of velvet and light. It’s the launch party for AI Whispers. My memoir. My manifesto. I stand backstage, my heart beating a slow, heavy rhythm against my ribs. I’m seven months pregnant. My belly is a globe, tight and perfect. "Are you sure?" Alex asks, adjusting his tie. He looks worried. The threat of the loyalists is still out there, despite the security perimeter that riv

“Sure, I will personally handle this. Please wait for a few minutes. I will get the other items locked away first. Please do enjoy your refreshments in the meantime. Let the staff know if there’s anything you would like.” “Thank you, Mr. Whitmore. We’ll do that.”

As if it were any of their fucking business to start with. "Probably. They'll find out anyway one way or another...just ignore them, West Coast. I'll keep my eye on you even after you've completed training. It's a crash course really. You're a natural." Hollis was glad to pass out the kudos. Even though Whitney had only helped one table two days ago, her lively attitude and speedy service pleased their patrons. She was definitely worthy competition for the wait staff. "I don't know how, I've never served before." Whitney admitted lightly, hurrying back into Hollis' bedroom with a large white towel wrapped around her body.