Whisper App Confessions Novels & Stories

“You attract us and you will keep doing so with your composition. You can’t give up on us. There was a High Priestess who cared for the likes of us and helped us find resolve our dilemma. Now, she isn’t in this world anyone and the second one who used to do that as well is stuck in the in-between. I have no time to choose. The first person who saw me would help me.” “Now, now, you are all energetic and all,” Mimi appeared out of nowhere. “You can’t just discuss things that don’t belong to this part of the world. You will have your wish coming true and you, little girl, you need to take a bath because you reek of sickness.”

And I don't want to share it with others. I should be the only one! @Death Wish

the first guard asked. And without even thinking, I had already reached for my phone. “It’s called Whisper.” Whisper. I typed it into my phone as I continued walking, my thumb hovering over the d******d button. This was ridiculous. I was the Alpha of one of the most powerful packs in the region. I did not need relationship advice from an app. But still… In the end, I downloaded it. --- I returned to my office and spent the next few hours creating an account with the username GreyWolf and a blank profile picture.

I whisper, a sore sound ripping from my throat. ZK9. The anonymous online confidant I had trusted with my deepest, darkest emotions for two years while I was in college. The digital entity who always knew exactly what to say when my life was falling apart. The person who subtly planted seeds of doubt about my ex-fiance, Daniel. The person who gently, calculatedly advised me to distance myself from my family because ‘they didn't understand my ambition and worth.’

Isla whispered softly, her voice betraying the vulnerability that matched the depth of her feelings for him. The confession came from a place of longing, a release of the pent-up desire that had been building between them for so long. She could feel the words hang in the air, her heart beating louder with every second. It was as though the truth she had kept hidden was finally set free, and now there was no going back. The rawness of her admission only made the moment more intense, more real. She was no longer holding anything back—everything she felt for Vincent was out in the open.

Chris POV I never thought that shit would get this far and id be sitting here having this convercation with a ghost “What do you want me to say V that I fucking raped you and left you for dead, That I killed the woman I was actually falling in love with because I was afraid she would be just like you” I stand taking a few steps closer to her in a utral fashion so I don't give anything away as to howi may feel or what I plan on doing.

He strode forward quickly and said in a hoarse voice, "I've already uncovered the truth about Sandra framing you. And about… your miscarriage…" The moment he mentioned "miscarriage", Emma felt her chest tighten violently. It was as though a hand had closed around her throat, strangling the air from her lungs. She stepped back at once, widening the distance between them. "So what?" she asked flatly. "What are you trying to say?" Her instinctive recoil froze Wesley in place. "Em, the only reason I was deceived by her was because I truly believed that someone who was dying wouldn't lie. If I had known she wasn't sick, I would never have trusted what she said…"

The phone buzzes against my palm, the vibration almost mocking, like it knows exactly what I’m about to do. My breath already comes short, shallow, as though my body had been waiting for this moment, needing it. I don’t even give myself time to think before I swipe and press the phone to my ear. “Say it,” his voice rumbles on the other end, low, rough, a command more than a greeting. I close my eyes, already trembling. “I’ve been wet since last night,” I whisper, my words spilling out too quickly, too desperately.

"Your existence is destructive, you'll bring disasters in the life of your loved ones" I cried my heart out, the fear absorbed me, but the dreadful voice seemed to neglect my suffering and continued "you traitor! Murderer! Wait for your karma to destroy you as you destroyed them," The voice kept on echoing. I covered my ears in horror. I screamed but I couldn't find a single soul that could offer me a helping hand. I could listen to the voice rising wild and nigher the trees and its leaves the drifting air, the ground that I was fallen on with misery the rocks that stood still in its might all that existing around me whirled in a motion and whispered "It's time for your retribution, it's ti

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.