Whispered Sentence Novels & Stories

hiding spot. As Leila examined the window, she felt something sharp graze her elbow. A shard of glass protruded from the decaying frame, and a mustard-colored longish thread of wool was flapping in the wind. A chill ran down her spine as she realized this was no accidental discovery; someone had left this thread here while watching her aunt’s garden.

Wes entered the kingdom again after crossing the barrier. Even though everything had changed, it still appeared the same and as if he never left. It didn't suit a person of his stature, but he didn't care as he walked through the streets that provided the shortest route to the palace. He imagined Willow walking beside her, sharing some anecdote that she found interesting. People were whispering as he moved through the streets. Wes wondered what the point of whispering was when he could clearly hear everything.

My lungs could barely pull in air with him so close. I sighed deeply, trying to regain some control, some clarity. But it was useless. Daimon surrounded me from all sides—with his presence, his touch, his voice, his scent. I was sinking into him. It was then that I heard them. The whispers. They came with the wind, like an ancient lament, almost ethereal, wrapping around us. The temperature seemed to drop for a second, but his heat kept me alive. The whispers swirled around us, spinning like an invisible dance, scraping at the senses, and then a single word echoed clearly:

His voice more louder than a whisper that few people around us could hear I turned around to make sure no one cares the phrase he blurted out, faces already focused on us “So are you telling me ,you didn't send any letters”I whispered enough for only both of us can hear “Quit asking these silly questions, I have no interest in girls like you ,too naive and oblivious, so if you will allow me enjoy my meal can you leave” his eyebrows furrowed in anger, I can literally tell he was been honest by the expression on his face

An ethereal being with translucent red hair came out of Rose and stood, watching her behind. This was Rose's whisper, the very one she had used to lure the men to the house she had been trapped in with her sisters. Rose exhaled. "You are the greatest of all my whispers. What do you think I should do?" Never had she asked advice from a whisper before, not even hers. The whisper looked at Rose with uncertainty and whispered, "Are you certain that I am free to speak?" Rose nodded. "Yes."

In Abigail’s heart of hearts, she already knows, she has a special admiration for Debbie since the day they met. Abby hasn’t forgotten the days she felt the special connection, though it may not mean anything to Debbie but mere thoughtless words. She can vividly recall; it was their first meet up, as Debbie whispers to her ears and said, “I prayed for you when you’re sick.” Abigail was puzzle when Debbie did know she was sick; in fact, she was not ill during that time. It remains a mystery to Abby why did Debbie whisper those words. It was a sweet melody that touches her soul.

I didn't utter a word after they left, as well as him. Kaya halos marinig ko na ulitimo tunog ng bawat paghinga ko. After almost five minutes of being silent, I heard the sound of his footsteps nearing me. I authomatically feel my heart beats faster than usual just because of it. I can even feel the heaviness of his presence and the intensity of his stares. My mind got hire-wired. He reached for my right hand, and I flinched because of his touch. "Larie..." He called my name in a very low and husky voice.

and he just whispered. "Definitely mine!"

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.”

I felt a senile voice whispered one word in my ear: "remember" It wasn't a voice from the figure. It was closer, inside my head, yet distinct and ancient, crackling with age and power. It sounded like dried leaves crumbling, a voice from a time before language. The single word resonated through my skull, not as a command, but as a key turning in a lock. It hit a buried place, a sealed-off chamber in my mind, and the impact of the word shattered the carefully constructed walls I hadn't even known I possessed.