Whisper Pillow Novels & Stories

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.

Large hands ripped off my clothes. A pair of undesirable lips try to meet mine. My wolf, Sparkle, howled inside me with a painful whining following it. I woke up panting heavily. The first thing that came into my mind was, 'was that all a dream?' I was on a soft surface, which I assumed was my bed. I heard a few whispers, so I moved slightly and looked around me. Everyone was gathered around me as if I was an exhibit in a museum. "She's awake." the girl next to my bed said.

“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.

Thаt way I can hаvе the space I need tо рrосеѕѕ thе day and keep my drеаmѕ tо mуѕеlf. Thе pillow іѕ freshly washed, and it ѕmеllѕ bеаutіful. I ѕіnk rіght into іt and I’m fіnаllу starting tо drіft оff when I hеаr a muffled bеер. I’vе no іdеа what tіmе іt is, аnd fіgurе it muѕt be Blаkе’ѕ аlаrm, but аftеr twо more bеерѕ I rеаlіzе thе ѕоund іѕ соmіng frоm ѕоmеwhеrе in hеrе.

Hindi nga ako nag kamali dahil ilang segundo lamang ang lumipas ay narinig ko na ang tinig ni Belinda na tinatawag ang pangalan ko. "Rie?" "Rie?" "Sa kusina, Pikoy!" Sigaw ko habang ngumunguya. Nang sabihin ko iyon ay agad akong nakarinig ng mga yabag papunta sa gawi ko. Alam kong siya na iyon. Sa tunog pa lamang ng takong ng kanyang sapatos ay sigurado na ako. She likes wearing heels. Probably around four to five inches high. Kaya tunog pa lamang ng kanyang sapatos sa tuwing lumalakad siya ay kilala ko na. Because she likes it more when her heels creates sounds.

--- Do you guys want to see MeSsio's dreamy wedding, or do you want to know who stole those hot, sexy men from the border? Whisper: *I wish it was me, *sobs**

her eyes sparkling with excitement, her voice trembling with delight, as she gazed at Whisper with utter enchantment. "Whisper is an ancient Luminari, a being of light and magic," I explained, my voice filled with a sense of wonder and awe. "She has the ability to freeze time, cause laughter and happiness, making even the darkest of days brighter," I said, smiling at the thought. "She can also make people forget her, which can be quite useful," I added with a smile. "And with just a touch, she can cause flowers to bloom, filling the air with their sweet fragrance," I continued, my eyes shining with admiration. "But don't upset her," my tone turned serious. "... she can also be deadly."I caut

But my body has other plans and within seconds I was back in dream land. Ethan's POV Whispers...I can hear whispers all around me as I wake up drowsy and warm. It is almost too warm... I was surrounded surrounded by heat and something that smelled enticingly good. My pillow tickled my face inccesantly and I twitched my nose, trying to ease the itch that it had brought, burrowing deeper into the much welcomed softness. My pillow seemed to have come alive and even giggled a little, and the whispers started again.

Then the whispering started. It happens at 3:17 AM, every night. I wake up to a soft sound, like a child humming. The sound comes from the shelf. I lie in bed, frozen, listening to that tiny voice try to form words. It can't. The syllables are wet, gurgling, like someone learning to speak with a mouth full of water. "Paul," I whispered last week. "Do you hear that?" He rolled over, listened, shook his head. "Just the pipes."