Whisper Pillow Novels & Stories

The story of a young girl's innocent and unrequited love moved countless readers to tears and touched many hearts. During interviews with reporters, I choked up several times. "He was someone I really, really liked," I would say. "I hope I can find him." Readers online were deeply moved and started searching for the mysterious Mr. T from the story. However, there was no word of him. The world is vast, and trying to locate one person in this immense population is akin to searching for a needle in a haystack. My sudden surge of fame also led to some unexpected outcomes. For example, a film and television company offered millions to obtain the rights to "Whispers Across the Moon," but I decline

"Don't f*cking hide in the dark and dare not come out, are you a coward?" The surrounding environment was silent for a few seconds. There was another ‘shoo’ sound, and a dart flew directly onto Liam's chin, which caused him to cry out in pain. "Your mouth is too dirty, you deserved it." A boy’s voice commented quietly. Sally raised her head and turned toward the sound instinctively. She saw a boy dressed in white with an indifferent expression pushing a wheelchair over. He looked to be twelve or thirteen years old. The man sitting in the wheelchair had his eyes concealed with black silk, and he looked cold and sharp.

Though it isn't really a question, it's more of a realization. “Shh, just hold me … go back to sleep,” I whisper, curling into him. I feel his chest vibrate and wonder if that is his wolf trying to speak to me. How cool is that!? His big arms come around me then he shifts to his side, to give me more room. I lay my head on his warm chest and find sleep instantly, on my big wolf pillow.

I whisper. ********

As I bury my head deeper into the pillow, I sigh in satisfaction and murmur, “It smells marvelous. And it’s so soft and firm.” My head sank into the pillow, and I sighed in contentment. This had been the most peaceful sleep in ages. A soft chuckle filled the air, and the pillow beneath me started to shake. “Thanks for the compliment. Your pillow appreciates it. But if you keep moving, it won’t stay soft,” a voice responded.

Comfort. Whispers. I could hear whispers as I woke, drowsy and warm—almost too warm. I was surrounded by heat and something that smelled enticingly good. My pillow tickled my face and I twitched my nose, trying to ease the itch, burrowing deeper into the welcome softness. My pillow giggled a little, and the whispers started again. I forced open my eyes. The light was dull, the skies still heavy and rain-soaked outside. I lifted my head and met the amused gaze of Jenna, who was sitting on the floor beside the bed, coffee cup in hand.

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟ The warm pillow under me shifts slightly. My brows furrow. Where the hell is it going? I nuzzle into it, the soft cotton comforting on my cheeks. The pillow pulls me into it and I happily rest against it until I feel myself dozing off. There's quiet laughter before something soft brushes my forehead. The blanket is tucked around me and a cool pillow replaces the warm one. There's just something about a cool pillow that makes me so damn sleepy. I curl around the pillow just as the mattress dips.

“This is just a dream, myself. Just a dream. Just a dream. Please let it be a dream.” I went back to sleep. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been out, but my mind was awake even though my eyes were still shut. I didn’t want to get up. The bed was so soft, and the pillow smelled amazing—like rub-a-da-bango! But wait… why did the pillow feel like it had abs? I kept feeling around until I touched something harder. “My little buddy misses you already.” Oh no—the pillow spoke! I quickly uncovered my eyes. Sir Jasper clamped his hand over my mouth before I could scream. I wanted to yell from shock and fear—he was in my room! But for some reason, my hand was still on his gearshift? Did I enjoy that?

I relax back when i see it's him. "Oboy, what kind of sleep is this" he says. I hum contentedly and roll over,snuggling my pillow. "Chidi!" He whisper-shouts. I snuggle deeper into the soft folds of the pillow, and close my eyes in utter post-sleep-orgasm.The pillow cloth has that soft fragrance of clothes washed with detergent. A wondrous scent that is rudely and suddenly stamped out by something unpleasant, primal even. I open my eyes to the sight of Tobi's polo floating just inches from my nose, rumpled into a mop. I hiss and push it off the ledge.