Whisper Pillow Novels & Stories

Loud laughs and hoots of encouragement rose from the crowd watching, as they found my humiliation very entertaining. She lowered her head close to mine and whispered. “I wish you would cease to exist.”

A soft giggle. The telltale creak of Sienna’s door opening and closing. Ethan’s pulse drummed in his ears. He squeezed his eyes shut, pressing his pillow against his face, desperate to drown out the sounds. But it was no use. His mind filled in the blanks, painting vivid pictures of what was happening just a few feet away. The rustle of clothing. A quiet murmur. A breathless moan.

"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

Sign up Log in BackInfoAdd to libraryInfo Navigated to -Chapter 20- | The White Wolf | Quotev Something was wrong. My bed seemed different. Warmth encircled me and the welcoming scent of the ocean woke me from my slumber. I was in Justin's room. I looked over realizing we had both moved to the middle of the bed causing me to be a few inches away from him. Justin's hair was a mess sticking up every which way, though mine was probably worse.

And why did they need a pepper spray? Wolfie took a whiff of the contents, but didn’t feel like snacking on any of it. They both settled onto the grimy floor and tuned in to their surroundings. All seemed quiet, but Leila didn’t want to overstay her welcome. She inspected the watch - an elaborate monogram GSW etched into its 18K gold casing with a warm hue and hints of red. The dial was plain white with no brand name to speak of. Leila couldn’t help but wonder if this watch was hot merchandise by any chance. Perhaps even the pepper spray belonged to some lowlife thug who couldn’t afford a proper firearm. But that was absurd - proper murderers don’t bother with trinkets like this. And besides

Warning… Matured content involved!! “I can pleasure myself without your help…” “Ssh, baby girl,” he purred, his lips hovering tantalizingly close to her sensitive flesh as the heat of his breath caressed her pussy. The sound of his voice was like velvet, its smooth texture wrapping around Isabella like a silken cocoon. Isabella nodded, her body trembling with eagerness as his hands grasped her thighs, spreading her legs even wider as his mouth hovered over her pussy.

One girl and one boy, smiles on their faces as they both let the wind sway their swings. An image of a girl with long, red, wavy hair flashed before my eyes and smiled at me, very tender and sweet like it would end my immortality. Then she collapsed into the floor. The vision went black. I couldn't see anything... it was dark... yet there were whispers. "It's her..." "Puoi permetterti di perderla?" "Take her..." "Sarà la tua morte..." I opened my eyes and sat down. My hands were shaking and I was having a hard time catching my breath due to shock. Fucking dream! No. It was a nightmare!

I whisper as he trails kisses all over my chest. With a deep growl he rips my nightgown from my body, leaving me exposed before him. “Mine,” he groans as he takes one of my breasts in his mouth. Swirling his tongue around my pink bud I moan out with pleasure. I arch my back off the bed begging for more. ** “Wake up,” a loud voice booms through my dream. I open my eyes just in time to see a pillow being flung at my head. Throwing up my hands I block the pillow from smacking me right in the face.