Whisper Napkin All Night Novels & Stories

I close my eyes, losing myself in the space between his words and mine, in the illusion that none of it, the fight, the silence, the perfume, exists. For a moment, I almost believe it. Almost. His lips move against my skin as he whispers, “Forget everything tonight, Seraphina,” and I try…

I walk back behind the counter. “Welcome, what can I get for you?” “For starters you can get out of our pack.” One of the girls tease, they all laugh. Wow, super clever, you’re so smart. I put on a fake smile. “And your order?” I ask. “Three vanilla lattes.” Whitney says. I smile and start to work on their order. “So what are you and Shepard doing tomorrow?” One girl asks Whitney.

Tippa slept peacefully and late into the morning. When she opened her eyes, a smile was already planted on her face. She could feel gladness greeting her awakening. It was the weekend, and she didn't have to go to work. The tribute to her happiness is the sensuous night she was introduced to by something called a "sexy nightcap."

It's already past five in the afternoon when we get there. Pinili naming pumunta sa isang night club dito sa BGC para magsaya. Iyon ay ayon kay Belinda. I was wearing a burgundy bodycon slip dress for a chic look paired with a sexy ankle strap heels. While Belinda, she was wearing a black body hugging dress just above her knees paired with a black leather boots.

Just as I said, I pulled into the gas station, waited for them to be out of sight and then turned around and headed back to the strip club. When I got back there, Whisper was sitting on one of the couches out in the front lobby, talking to another stripper that also got me hot when she performed. She was chunky but gorgeous. She had long dark hair, D-size tits and a nice pussy. She wore a tank top when she performed and didn’t take it off; she would just pull down to expose her tits. I guess she was self-conscious about her gut, but I still thought she was the second-sexiest stripper in the joint. I remembered her name was Nina when they announced it over the speaker hours earlier when she p

“Victor, Mark just took his sleeping pill and put on his noise-canceling headphones,” Sophia whispered, her voice already breathy as she stepped onto the balcony where Victor waited. “He said he needs a full night’s rest before we try any activities tomorrow. We have hours.” Victor’s eyes raked over her body. She wore nothing but a short silk robe, loosely tied. “Hours? Good. Because I’m going to fuck you senseless tonight. Come here, my little secret slut.”

Groans came from a group of teens playing a card game at a table. When Nathan was sure everyone had a drink, he raised his to the pack, and they followed suit, raising theirs to the council. Talon tugged at Mark's hand and pointed to a toddler raising his sippy cup. The two other couples saw the pup and smiled. It was the most adorable and reassuring thing to see. A toddler showing solidarity with her pack before she even knows what it is lets them know they are on the right path. Clearing his throat, Nathan's voice booms across the gathering, "A toast to the Night Whispers pack. May we bring a safe haven to all in need." Everyone downed their drink, including the she-pup. She was adorable,

Willow suggested. “If they let me have the day off, I’ll definitely check out the festival. I haven’t been to it since I was a little girl. Have a goodnight, Willow. If I have any problems, I will contact you immediately.” She gave me a quick bow. “Have a good night, my lady.” Willow pushed my door open and disappeared behind it. I got up slowly and walked to my wardrobe. I grabbed a light blue nightgown and slipped it on. It was made of spider silk. The silk felt so soft against my skin, almost as soft as a bunny's ears. I carefully tucked myself into bed, the exhaustion taking over. My eyelids felt like bags of sand weighed them down. I rolled on my side and let the exhaustion take over. L

His breathing steadied eventually. Mine didn’t. Sometime after midnight, I thought I heard whispering. Not from outside. From inside. Low. Right above us. I told myself it was the wind in the vents. But it said my name. And I stayed still. Because moving felt like permission. By morning, the envelope was gone. The table was empty. Soph swore she didn’t touch it. I didn’t either. Irene was still asleep. The house smelled faintly like ivory again. And in the doorway, just faint enough to think I imagined it—

His eyes were still closed, his breathing steady, but his lips had curved slightly at the edges. A lump formed in my throat. I stood there for a moment, staring at him. Then, finally, I whispered into the darkness. “Good night, Aiden.” ---