Whispers In The Heart Novels & Stories

I remained oblivious for several minutes - or a thousand years, there is no telling - before I finally allowed the deafening sound of their whispers into my mind. It is not one this time, but many, and these are not the same as the one that drew me this close to oblivion. The whispers are fingertips clawing their way into the blank slate that is my soul. They are inside me, yet they are all around me, muttering in incoherent spates. It puts my senses on edge. Whenever they speak, they rush throughout my body like the touch of static. I cannot ignore them, but I can only stare into nothing, listening. The voices continue. They do not seem to speak to me, but rather to one another. I do not ev

I was damping my hands before tapping my face lightly with water. I hope this wakes me up. “Get your shit together, Lianna!” I whispered to myself. I turned the faucet off and that was when silence enveloped the bathroom. Something crawled within my skin. I didn’t realize I was all alone in the restroom! With fear and slight annoyance, I quickly walked out of the bathroom with my heart beating loudly. I was so fucking scared, alright! “Fuck,” I cursed. “What the hell was that?” I held my chest tightly, hoping a single hand of mine would at least calm the beating. But it didn’t work, my heart was hammering through my ribs and it was amplifying through my whole system.

The moment she heard what Kurt whispered in her ear, her heart suddenly started to beat faster and faster. She got scared and nervous as she didn’t understand a thing that was happening at the moment, everything was moving so fast. She didn’t see the man get punched earlier, next thing she knew, he was just on the ground.

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.

came a whisper in the night, one spoken with hope. This was a whisper with a mind of its own. A creature like a voice, unable to be seen, or felt, but one able to see, feel, and smell. It was the whisper of a being called Rose Steele, and she was currently one of the captives of the house of silence, the very body of the house itself. This was what time had done to Rose and her sisters. This was what a curse had done to them against their will. But a whisper had been sent. A feeling of hope to be restored.

That was until I heard the first whisper. At first, I thought it was my mind playing tricks on me. Isolation and the dark tend to stir the imagination, conjuring sounds out of nowhere. I stopped, holding my breath, listening intently to the dead air, waiting for any sign of life. "Elias..." The whisper was soft, intimate, like a lover’s breath against the back of my neck. I turned sharply, my heart hammering in my chest. My flashlight darted across the room, but there was nothing there.

Her tongue darted out and licked her lips. Reggie’s heart was pounding so loud he could hear it. “Don’t look at me like that,” he whispered. “Like what?” she breathed. “Like you want me to do things to you. Unholy things..." The words hung there, heavy and trembling. Cassie’s lips parted, but she couldn’t speak. Her pulse fluttered at her throat, and Reggie could feel the heat radiating between them. His thumb brushed her lower lip, lingering there for a heartbeat too long. His eyes searched hers, silently begging for something, permission, maybe.

Whispers, speaking incoherently. She clamped her hands over her ears, wanting it to stop. But the whispers only grew louder, pounding inside her head, threatening to make her go insane. "Nooo," she cried out, clutching her head tightly. "Make it stop... pleaseeeeee..." The whispers intensified, bearing down on her like a heavy burden. The pain expanded, taking over her body and making her writhe in agony. Suddenly it all stopped. The whispers, the pain, the burning sensation. They were totally gone.

My breath hitches, my nails bite into my palms. And then— A whisper threads through the air. Too faint to be real, too clear to be imagined. “Little dove…” My heart seizes. That voice. Smooth, dark, venom disguised as silk. He’s here. And I am alone.

My heart raced as he leaned down, past my cheek to my ear and whispered, “Just remember. I don’t mind hard work. Anything worth having is worth working hard and fighting for. I also don’t like to lose so I look forward to hearing the rest of your story.” As soon as he whispered that, he planted the smallest ghost of a whisper of a kiss on my cheek as my breath hitched in my throat and I closed my eyes to savor the sensation. When I opened them again, he was walking away and I was trembling like a leaf. All plans to avoid him had vanished into thin air.