Whis Whis Novels & Stories

"I might not be back tonight. But tomorrow morning, I'll bring you your favorite pastries, okay?" Just like that, he was gone. His tablet was still on the couch in the living room. Isabella picked it up, noticing that his WhatsApp was still logged in. Two minutes ago, a woman under the name "Little Tease" had sent him a picture. The woman was dressed in a bunny girl outfit—black fishnet stockings and bright red high heels. Her eyes were half-lidded, her cheeks flushed, and she was licking her fingers seductively. Samuel: Want more?

The scent of cinnamon, butter, and basil danced through the crisp autumn air of Bellwood Falls. After nearly four years in Tuscany, Amara and Luca had returned not permanently, but for something big. The town square was strung with lanterns. Booths lined the cobbled streets. Kids chased each other with paper chef hats. And in the middle of it all, a hand-painted sign hung between two oak trees: “The Whisked Away Festival, Love, Food, Family.”

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

He had the same reaction as Willow when she first saw the fourteen-year-old-looking witch, but he was able to hide it because of the warning she had given him earlier. "Do you remember me?" Willow asked. "I hardly seem to forget a memorable face," the witch said looking at her and then at Wes. "My friend Kairav said that you noticed something different about me..." "What are you looking for? If it is the same thing that you were searching for the last time then I have nothing to say to you." "No...Some things have changed. I have come to learn of some type of herb that enhances anything you wish for. Do you know anything about it?"

And most of all, we learn that real love, whether romantic, platonic, or self-given, asks us to show up honestly, love bravely, and choose ourselves without apology. Let this be a reminder: Even broken hearts can whisper. And even whispered hearts can love again. Summary: In a world where love is often loud and fleeting, The Whispers of Heart tells the quiet, deeply personal stories of four souls daring to love bravely. Davina, a thoughtful introvert, rediscovers passion with a man who sees beyond her silence. Emmy, vibrant yet guarded, opens herself to joy and heartbreak but learns to choose herself. Sofia, wounded by betrayal, finds healing in an intense connection that vanishes with the m

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?

Tommy says and they clink their glasses against mine. The whiskey tastes good, burning a trail down my throat, and I briefly close my eyes and savor it. Tommy and Joey don't seem to understand the meaning of the word "savor" though and they pound their whiskey back like a shot. They engage me in meaningless conversation to pass the time and Tommy keeps the whiskey flowing. Before I know it, I'm laughing and sharing jokes, and my thoughts of revenge have moved to the back of my mind.

“To be safe, I would like some more crystals putting out in the woods on the north side of camp. As far as you can manage to the clearing. That way, if things to go wrong I have a better chance. Has anyone got any ideas as to how I could let everyone at camp know if that was the case?” The deep voice came from right behind me. “Dog whistle, maybe.” I hadn’t realised he had got so close, but his mouth was nearly level with my ear and the heat from him sent a shiver through me. I could sense his anger, but I could also tell he was holding it all inside.

Reggie winked at her before turning his eyes to the room. She couldn't sit still. This felt so intimate and hot and it made her embarrassingly horny. A few minutes later, Reggie turned back to her. He studied her for a long moment, thumb tracing her jaw. Then he kissed her slowly, claiming her right there in the shadows of the booth. His tongue slid against hers, tasting of whiskey and possession. When he pulled back, his voice was rough. “Stay with me. No panicking,” he whispered against her lips. “Let me show you the rest.”

I had to get to the bottom of this. “White Wolf, Alpha? Is it possible that it was the white wolf?’ I remember the tales that go on about the last white wolf and the special gift she has. Is that wolf even real? Or just a part of those fables. I sighed, knowing I wasn’t getting anywhere like this. I needed some time alone to think. “Thank you Jacob, you may leave now,” I dismissed him.